I don't have a name, or at least not the one I had when I was alive.

I know I did have one, I just can't remember it anymore.

My current name, the one I gave myself, is Zed.

The world around me has changed and I'm surrounded by other creatures that are like me, but unlike me at the same time.

They're all stupid, slow, and hungry for the flesh of the living.

Undead.

Why am I different?

Why is it that I can still think and hold on to some shred of humanity within me when no one else can?

Why am I, a supposed zombie, able to form thoughts of my own whilst my fellow zombies cannot?

Avoid the humans.

Keep your distance from the dead.

That's what I tell myself every day.

After all, I'm the only person I can talk to.