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I’m B Smith and I’m a zombie

I studyfor amyself I look ht, pale skin, a few freckles, a ht blue eyes, a nose that’s a bit too wide for h I start to notice subtle differences

Like those blue eyes I was always so pleased about (I was never a girlie girl, but they were my best feature and, yeah, I used to adooey) They’re not as shiny as they were They look like they’ve dried out That’s because they have

I tilt my head back and pour several drops froently froave ht way

"You can’t blink any after I was brought to my cell from the roo anything, no explanations, no sys After the horror shoith the zoroup of soldiers si a series of corridors, stuck me here and left me alone

For a few hours I paced around the s in it then, no mirror, no bed, no bucket Just a sink that didn’t have running water I ith questions, theories, nightmarish speculations I knew that I’d been killed and cohts returned? Why could I remember my past? Why was I able to reason?

The zo wrecks They killed because they couldn’t control their unnatural hunger for brains The zo ht that those teenagers with the weapons were zoe had definitely been bitten by one of the undead - thearound his cheek was proof of that But they could talk and think and act the same way they could when they were alive

What the hell was going on?

Reilly was the first person to enter my cell that day A thickset soldier with brown hair and perht in a chair, closed the door behind him, put the chair in front of me and sat

"You can’t blink anyetting that I couldn’t speak

"You can’t talk either," he noted drily "We’ll sort out your mouth soon but you should tend to your eyes first Your vision will have suffered already, but the et"

He produced a plastic bottle of eye drops and passed it to me As I stared at it suspiciously, he chuckled "It’s not a trick If anted to harm you, we’d have fried you in the lab Your eyelids don’t work Go on, try them, see for yourself"

I tried to closehappened If I furrowed my brow it forced them partly closed into a squint, but they wouldn’t move by themselves I reached for the out of ht scratch my eyeballs

"Good call," Reilly said "Revitalizeds all co out an eye - a few actually did before we could warn them Most reviveds instinctively know to keep their hands away frouys" He snorted, then told me how to administer the drops

I stare at ain and wipe streaks from the drops away as they drip down et to tears now that I’m dead My eyes look better, but still not as moist and sharp as they once did I can see clearly, but my field of vision is narrower and the world’s a bit darker than when I was alive, as if I’ray veil

I open ue over them, but carefully I nicked it loads of times the first few days and I still catch iven me the drops, he told me why I couldn’t talk

"Your teeth have sprouted When you returned fros That’s so you can bite through flesh and bone

"The bones in your fingers serve the sah a person’s skull Better than daggers, they are We’re not sure why it happens in your toes as well Maybe the zoits and the other"