I Can't Be A Zombie...

I'm a typical girl living in the city. I have an active social life and a close family, but for some reason when I'm alone all I keep wondering is what is the reason for my existence . My name is Kelly and I'll be twenty six next week.

I never really had difficulties with men until I met Ken and now it seems that I'm having a hard time coming up for air. As far as I knew we were just friends but, in his mind it was more than that. Which leads me to explain recent events.

It was a day like any other when suddenly I hear a knock at the door. The night before I had been out with friends so of course my body was still feeling the affects. I had to practically drag myself to the door to answer it, but when I reached it I knew I could lean against it for a short second until I had to open it. The strange thing was when I got it open after a short struggle all I saw was Ken, standing at the entrance in horror. He backed up and ran down the hall in terror. I shrugged and just closed the door, at least I wouldn't have to deal with him for the time being. But honestly, do I really look that bad in the morning?

A little time passed and as I got dressed I realized that I was terribly hungry and needed something fast. So I decided to go down to the corner deli for anything to fill my belly. I did notice people here and there staring at me, but who cares right, it's not like I'm an ugly woman and honestly I'm used to stares here and there.

Ahh, finally my favorite deli! Now I'd feel better, they always have the best sandwiches at this stop. I was really looking forward to filling my face. The funny thing is, when I got there and tried to open the door it wouldn't budge. Wow, I really must have had a good time last night, I didn't have the strength to function today. Thank god a woman came out the door at that time screaming and I was about to go inside. I wondered why she was screaming though, everyone was acting kind of funny today.

Once in, the strangest thing happened. Everyone turned to look at me, and someone started yelling it's one of them! Mr. Garbon who was behind the counter looked at me and said "mother of god, not you", and I assumed he was joking. Out of no where he picks up his gun and shoots, but he must be a bad aim because I didn't feel a thing. Everyone backed away as I approached the counter to ask what his problem is when he shot again.

Now, im laying on my back looking up at these insane people and things are starting to fade slowly. What did I do to deserve this? Mr.Garbon is kneeling next to me saying he's sorry and to forgive him.......

Somebody is saying zombies, something about they'll be more of "them". It's getting darker......

Seriously? I'm a zombie? How did that happen.......