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Wait, I'm a zombie with an intact brain?

Wait, I'm a zombie with an intact brain?

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Ah, the Synopsis. An uncharacteristic box to be filled with words to better explain the story to a new reader. How I despise it. Extremely difficult to handle with a brain as inconsistent in retaining information as mine. Which is why I think I chose this approach. Something to get you to see more how the author sees things. If that makes sense? I believe i'm trying to make you better understand the artist before seeing the art. But you're here for the series information, not me. Ezekiel Leanne Is a 19 year old college student, part time convenience store worker. Hoping to be a Plumber in the future, his look into college is.. characteristic so to speak. He wakes up, goes to college for 7 hours, heads home to relax, then heads to work. Ezekiel is a very loud and passionate person when around others, and his personality is of the same caliber. Open and charming, loud and gutsy, and not afraid to do what's right. Having a large, extremely popular friend group, and overall being one of the kindest, and most hardworking guys in not just the construction department, but in the entirety of the school? Its hard for anybody to NOT know who he is. However, one day, 3 laptops are stolen from the school, and through a series of mishaps, horribly worded explanations of his side of the story, and some apparently thoroughly investigations, Ezekiel is framed for this. Fined 900$ for the stolen objects because he didn't return them (Obviously) and given detention for a single day, mostly so the teachers can yell at him for his horrendous transgressions. Though, the teachers don't show up. The halls become rowdy, and not rowdy in the sense everyone is chatty, but rowdy in the sense that everyone is screaming, crying, and banging into lockers, windows, and doors. Ezekiel storms out of the room, only to be met with the smell of blood, which instantly causes him to recoil, falling on his ass back into the room. Catching his breath and trying not to hurl, he holds his breath, storming back out. And next thing he knows, his arm has a giant chunk bite mark, bleeding profusely, and even a tooth stuck inside of it from the frantic yanking and smacking he gave the guy munching his arm. The man in question, now lifeless on the ground. He was panicking, and unsure of what to do. He took a deep breath, and popped in some Vyvanse. His ADHD medication. And.. strangely, he felt tired.. and a dark underlining feeling of.. intense hunger. His body rose, but he gave no effort in it. His body walked out the door, but he didn't will it. His body, knelt down to a corpse of a girl. Somebody he knew, his friend Celeste. But.. that thought faded away, as the first bite into her lifeless body began. It was dark outside when he regained consciousness. His body feeling faint, like the vague sense that something is there, though you cannot see, hear, or feel it. His thoughts blank and hard to condense into a single, genuine thought. His eyes darted around, by the little amounts they could, and it locked onto the now horribly disfigured pink hair girl on the ground, the one he had bitten. His mind raced, and finally, a thought formed. Followed by a word. "C-Celeste..?"
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Chapter 1 - An introduction to being a Zombie.

Journal.

Day 1

My name is Ezekiel Leanne, I'm a zombie. And i'm not a zombie from 'Running Dead' or "World fight Zombie" or even "Forgotten for death" zombies. Just a zombie. We run, we eat people, and we have no thoughts of any kind. 

So how am I writing in this journal? Well, I'm obviously not a zombie, right? Well, you'd be wrong in that assumption. I am a zombie, just.. different. For one, I can think. I can move around on my own consciousness. I can write.. read.. speak.. exercise.. and work. All things your typical, average A̷m̷e̷r̷i̷c̷a̷n̷.. I mean zombie, can't do. 

I apologize to those that find this journal, should I pass, or share it, about that potentially offensive joke. But because I am technically dead, and a zombie, I kindly suggest you stop giving a shit. Its the apocalypse. Eat my ass.

Anyway, I believe that's all you need to know about current me. I'm yet to figure out how food and water requirements as a zombie work. Do I NEED to eat people to survive? Or can I live off normal food? How does my metabolism work now that my body is essentially in a permanent power saving mode? Its a whole mess of how things work. 

Anyway, how did I get to be like this? Its quite simple really. I'm super popular, I have it all, a career lined up, a decent part time job, cushy friend groups and overall extreme popularity in the entire school, until I was framed for stealing 3 laptops from the school. I was fined $900 and thrown into this room, the detention room.

And later, when not a single teacher showed up, I heard a commotion in the hall, it sounded like an intense fight, and with all the banging, screaming, and crying, I assumed weapons were in use. I stormed out, only to be met with something I can only describe as an active warzone in a civilian populated area. Bodies are strewn everywhere, blood spewing from bodies that had life moments ago, others running away screaming, and other kids eating each other. I took my ADHD medication, which always helped me calm down, and I stormed onward.

Its a bit fuzzy after that.. But when I awoke, I was over a body, my face covered in blood, pink hair in my mouth, and the dead body of my best friend Celeste below me. And, I think you can assume what's happened there. I do not feel comfortable discussing this. Not to a journal, or anybody else.

Journal.

Day 2

I've been stumped on how to figure out where to go from here. But getting the important stuff out of the way, before bringing the big news. I found some snacks in the detention room. I'm not sure how old they were, but I ate it. And I can live off normal food..! But only to a certain degree. I believe it does give my body nutrition, but my sense of hunger does not stop. I never feel full, and to be honest, normal food doesn't look appetizing at all. As much as It pains me to say it, its likely this zombie virus, or whatever; has hardwired my body, and parts of my brain, to wire my brain to only accept human flesh as a food source. Likely my entire brain would be hardwired like this, had it not been for this medication of mine. Vyvanse. So, god bless, or whatever. I'm not religious. 

Onto the more exciting, and important news to me. I hear people upstairs. Not zombies or anything, but I heard students causing a commotion upstairs. Likely an escape attempt to get outside the school. It caused the zombies outside this room to get antsy, and some left to hopefully get a meal. But it was good news for me. People are actually alive.

I'm not sure on how to go about this. On one hand, its great news! people are actually alive. But then again; i'm a zombie, and they'll probably kill me the moment they see me if they're still alive, that is. But, that's something to worry about later.

I think i'll close the journal from now on. I'll write the days, and thoughts as they pass. But my plans for right now are as follows:

Find survivors and hopefully join them

Clear out the surrounding hallways of zombies (Zombies are not attracted to me because of my zombie smell)

Barricade the rooms to keep them trapped inside, and note the doors to not open. 

Find a steady food supply

Escape

If I don't respond back in this journal, its because I'm dead. So if anybody sees this; please be aware of the possibility of smart zombies like me. Zombies that have the ability to think. But the most important thing to remember.

Every single zombie is attracted to blood, or human smell. Even the smart ones.