DAY 1: It was just a normal day in the city, I had just gotten a chai late from my favorite obscure coffee shop when all of a sudden, out of nowhere a huge group of zombies started running towards me. everyone was running, but because I didn't want to seem like everyone else I stayed put and quietly cried as i sipped my burning hot (and delicious) drink. I shed a tear as the zombies ate my flesh and got blood on my brand new - second hand - clothes.
DAY 2: It's day two as a zombie, I still haven't gotten used to my arm's falling off yet but I think it's normal.
I would ask one of the older zombies. but all they seem to be able to say is babble. in fact that's what all of them say. So I'm going to do my best to speak in proper english so I don't look like everyone else - BRAIIINNNNZZZ- I mean. what? oh no i'm becoming a poser!
DAY 3: Today I went to the store to get some blue ribbon beer. but I guess they where closed because the door was locked. I tried knocking to see if the people inside would let me in but they all just kinda hid in a corner and cried.
I'm not that scary am I?
DAY 4: -BRAIIINNNZZZZ- ahhh no! bad zombie. don't be like everyone else! You want a all natural energy bar not Brains!
DAY 5: Today I ate someone. they tasted so good, the screaming that occurred as I ripped through their flesh with my teeth was so satisfying, I finally ate my first a brain. I feel so bad for eating it because it wasn't vegan. but I guess it was all natural so its not that bad... Oh and I took a picture of it too and posted it on my tumblr.
DAY 6: Today I was shot by a police officer, a delicious succulent police officer.
DAY 7: My clothes where starting to look a bit too ragity so I walked down to the second-hand store. but the cashier wouldn't let me buy anything so I walked outside and stole the clothes off of a nearby homeless person (who I quickly ate soon after.)