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.