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I a to live with it I’m sorry I can’t properly introduce myself, but I don’t have a naet theht have started with a "T", but I’m not sure It’s funny, because back when I was alive, I was always forgetting other people’s na that irony abounds in the zombie life, an ever-present punch line But it’s hard to smile when your lips have rotted off

Before I beca professional of so office jobs in a highrise so to the reabardine slacks, silvery silk shirt, red Armani power tie I would probably look pretty sharp ifat my feet Ha

We like to joke and speculate about our re outfits, since these final fashion choices are usually the only indication of ere before we became no-one Some people’s are less obvious than mine Jeans and a white t-shirt Skirt and a tanktop So we uesses

You were a plu any bells?

It usually doesn’t

No one I know has any specific s, cars, ties -- but context eludes us We are here, we do e do We lack excellent diction, but we can coestures, and sometimes a feords slip out It’s not that different fro in a wide plain of dust outside soe city We don’t need shelter or warmth, obviously We stand around in the dust, and ti ti entrails, I aes, but there are a few elderly ones here who are littlebits of muscle So I have never seen any of us "die" of old age Maybe we live forever, I don’t know I don’t thinkthat’s very different froht about Obsessed about Death has relaxed otten our naic I don’t miss my own, but I mourn for everyone else’s, because I want to love theroup of us are going into town to find sory and starts shuffling toward town, and a few others follow hiht is a rare occurrence with us, and we folloe see it Otherould just be standing around groaning We do a lot of standing around groaning, and it’s frustrating sometimes Years pass this way The flesh withers on our bones, and we stand around, waiting for it I aht be

The city where the people live is not that far We arrive around noon and start looking for living flesh The new kind of hunger is a strange feeling You don’t feel it in your stomach - of course not, since some of us don’t even have stomachs You feel it justeverywhere You start to feel "o back to being full-dead, when food is scarce They just slon, and stop, and becouess the world has h are decaying as fast as we are Buildings are collapsed Dead, rusted cars fill the streets All glass everywhere is shattered I don’t know if there was a war, or a plague, or if it was just us Maybe it was all three I don’t know I don’t think about things like that anys we find some people, and we eat them Some of them have weapons, and as usual we lose some of our number, but we don’t care Why would we care? What’s death, now?

Eating is not a pleasant business I chew off aI hate his screams, because I don’t like pain, I don’t like to hurt things, but this is the world now, this is e do Of course, if I don’t eat all of hih, he’ll rise up and follow ht make me feel better I’ll introduce hiroan for a while It’s hard to say what "friends" are anymore, but maybe that’s close If I don’t eat all of hih

But of course I don’t leave enough I eat his brain, because that’s the good part That’s the part that, when I s it, s Clearon the person, I get to feel alive I get traces of delicious aset up and stu a little less so Feeling ok

I don’t knoe have to eat people I don’t understand what chewing off a est theof dried bile, useless We don’t digest, we just eat until the weight forces it out our ass holes, and then we eatI don’t knohy None of us really understand e are the e are We don’t knoe’re the result of solobal infection, or so even more senseless We don’t talk about it much Existential debate is not a s We are siain, back with the others in the dust field, I start walking in a circle for no reason I plant one foot in the dirt and pivot on it, around and around, kicking up clouds of dust Before, when I was alive, I could never have done this I remember stress I remember bills and deadlines, Asset Retention Reports I re so occupied, so always, everywhere, all the ti in a wide-open field of dust, walking in a circle The world has been distilled Being dead is easy

After a few days of this, I stop walking, and I stand still, swaying back and forth and groaning a little I don’t knohy I groan I’m not in pain, and I’ squeezed in and out of s decoroaning, I notice a dead wo the distant roan, her head just lolls from side to side I like that about her, that she doesn’t sway or groan I walk over and stand beside her I wheeze so, and she responds with a lurch of her shoulder

I like her I reach out and touch her hair She has not been dead very long Her skin is grey and her eyes slightly sunken, but she has no exposed bones or organs Her death outfit is a black skirt and a snug white button-up I suspect she used to be a waitress