"Stay away from me..."

"Don't get near me..."

"Don't let me smell blood..."

"My hunger would rise..."

"And soon..."

"you'll regret..."

That's all the lines inside my head all this time.

Things happen so fast. Yesterday I was an innocent and nice doctor, who was going to get married, and now I'm a zombie who always wants to eat brains and suck blood

If only I denied to go to that stupid party. I wouldn't be like this.

I went to a party of my best friends, my best co-worker. However, out of nowhere, a bunch of zombies busted in her home and attacked us.

I guess that what happened when you lived in the world with the most serious disease, right?

How many cases I received for this undead disease? Like 100... 1000... 9000...? Nah, I don't care, it happened every time.

I didn't remember what happened after, but I knew I woke up in some kind of sleeping bag, and when people ran away from me, I knew something was wrong

My hair wasn't honey blond, it was pale white. My eyes were crimson red. And my arms... had some kind of scratches. I guess I was infected by those stupid brain eaters

Saying I'm a legit zombie maybe a bit harsh. I'm more like a half-zombie. I still have the thought of a human, I can stand on my legs, and at least I don't drool blood from my mouth

My menu? Easy, brains. But I don't eat them from living humans. I eat dead people's. But I don't eat it raw. I usually put them in a blender, blends them into bits, and put it in everywhere: noodle, salad, etc. Sometimes I also put them in ice cream for dessert. Weird huh? They taste like strawberry gums or marshmallows, I think. A bit squishy, soft... (I think I won't be able to eat ice cream after this. That's enough zombie movies today)

I don't work as a doctor, well, it would be too weird and dangerous to have an undead doctor operating brain surgery on other patients. I work as a detective, instead. However, before I took the job, I knew I needed a fake name to hide my identity

That was when I decided to name me "Edogawa Yvonne" (Are you there, Detective Conan's fans?)

But anyway, one of the special skill I think it will be useful is... I can see memories from any dead people's brain

Basically, I can see their memories by eating their brain. Last time, I ate the author's brain and I saw things I shouldn't see.

Author: I'm still alive, you know?

Serena: JUST STICK TO THE STORYLINE!

Author: Fine...

I think that skill will be great to find out the culprits, so I think I kinda enjoy doing this job.

Well... just kinda...

Doing this involves seeing and smelling blood. And you know, I have this thing I shouldn't tell. My hunger of a zombie sometimes rises when I smell blood. I start losing control of my body and let it do whatever it wants. Luckily it's just for a short period of time, but it's still dangerous to me.

So far, the only one knows about this is Ash Ketchum, a scientist, and also my old friend. He did freaked out when he saw me swallowing a small brain ball, but he's more understanding about my disease (maybe it's because he reads fanfics too much that he believes in the unbelievable)

He's the one who always by my side, and I have to say I do have some small feeling for him, just... not as much as the-one-who-is-supposed-to-be-my-husband.

Except him, I don't tell or express this to anyone, even my mom, my best friend, my dog, my dad, etc. And most importantly, my future husband

But everything will come anytime. I start to have bigger obsession on brains, like N's obsession on ferris wheel

Sometimes I can't control my hunger, and I start acting like a zombie.

This disease is slowly taking over my body. I don't want anyone to get hurt and be harmed because of my addiction. Not even Ash, anyone...

I know I have to stay away from humanity, live forever in darkness and nightmares.

So I'm sorry. I don't want anyone to be involved. I don't want any brain to be eaten...

I'm sorry to leave you. This is for your own good, my future husband, Calem Xavier...