Working Zombie Story

People would compare my kind to that of ravenous animals. No different than, say, a feral cat or a rabid dog that needs to be put down. Ironically enough, I made a conscience decision beforehand that animals are what Iʼm going to eat to curb my appetite. Although Iʼll be the first to admit that a hunger for flesh is much stronger than I once anticipated. There can be no doubt that I (along with the others like me) have an insatiable hunger for human flesh. Itʼs something that canʼt be helped, itʼs one of the main components of the disease I have now fully succumbed to.

But before we get into all that, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Landon Patrick, and there are couple things that you should know about me.

The first is that I am what people in the popular culture would call a ʻzombieʼ. Even though the disease I have has not killed me, and that Iʼm not some sort of mindless resurrected creature that has no will of his own. There are certain main traits of the disease that do have the outward appearances of being nothing short of what a person would conceptualize about being a zombie. The hunger for flesh is there, and outward functions such as speech and communication, and certain motor skills are lacking. But I chalk that up to parts of the brain that are completely shut off due to the virus. You feel like a comatose patient, or vegetable that can actually walk and move. The great debate about pulling the plug still rages on however.

The second thing you should know about me is that I was, (and I would say still am) an engineer and scientist. The fact of the matter is, that as crazy as it sounds, I have allowed myself to be in my current state as part of an experiment. And as I sit here in what was once my office and look around, and while certain hunches that I had once hypothesized (one being ʻzombiesʼ like myself actually do carry some sort of conscience line of thought), excite me, I canʼt help but feel the overwhelming craving of consuming...