Despite the recent setback of my death I find myself strangely… well - the same really. I may be dead, an abomination to nature. Yet I feel just like I did before. Except for one thing. A hunger. Not a physical hunger like many of my brethren seem to experience. This hunger I speak of is more a hunger to kill.
I need to propagate the zombie plague.
Some have said that being a zombie is a dead end (for a species, for evolution) - that we cannot reproduce. That is not true. We can reproduce… in a way. It is just that we reproduce, we continue our species - by killing and converting humans.
I should get back to the point. Another day has passed. There are more stories. A good starting point is the treaty between Humanity and the zombie populace. My fellow zombies and I rallied behind Sullivan and met Captain Joe and the humans. A treaty was discussed and ultimately signed - despite the fact that only one of the original conditions was passed (and that condition was of little importance).
After that the next event of note was the opening of the shop. The horde managed to prevent humans from reaching the store. We actually did it. The horde now has the benefit of some new items - which I won’t discuss here for the sake of secrecy.
Finally the conclusion of the day was to do with the treaty - a friendly competition between us Zombie’s and the remaining Humans (as dictated by the afore mentioned treaty). To be honest it wasn’t terribly important in the grand scale of things.
Until tomorrow I will bid you all farewell. To my zombie brethren may the hunt be successful.
And to any ‘Humans’ who might be reading this - good luck.
You will need it.