Why Me?

I can't say for certain why things happened the way they did, but of course, things always tend to go wrong in my life. I was someone once loved, once called a friend, and I was even called a father. My life wasn't the best but was pretty well most of the time. However, when that summer happened everything went sideways.

Like the rest of the country, I became sick and ended up dying. I got to say dying happened faster than I thought it would. I have a feeling my parents-in-law were happy a deadbeat like I died, but I bet they weren't happy when I quickly rose from the grave and ate them. Luckily my daughter was far away to see that.

So that's what I am. I'm a literal zombie. My flesh rots more every day, and my hunger grows stronger. I used to have a lush of long blonde hair, but now it was mostly falling out. I think my arm also fell off, but it's hard to tell when my thoughts lay somewhere else.

Despite being a zombie, I have one goal. To find my daughter and make sure she is okay. I have one problem though. One very huge obstacle stands in my way. It's a door. I've been locked in this janitor's room at the local high school in my hometown just east of Los Angeles, California. I don't remember the name of my hometown.

Anyway, I was trapped here because I saw that tastiest of humans hiding under a bridge. Like usual when I find prey, I quickly dashed at them with others like me. I was right on their trail when they locked me in here.

I don't think the group made it far though. I swear I could hear their screams, and their flesh being ripped apart. I'm sure my fellow zombies cornered them in one of the classrooms and that was the end of them.

All I could do is moan very loudly and slam the door with my decaying body. Every slam hurt like hell though, and I think it's making me fall apart. I need to get out of here. The thought of my daughter being attacked by these zombies angered me. I had to do something.

All of a sudden, I could hear running. The running of living humans. A thought came to me. If I moan they'll know I'm a zombie, and won't open the door. I had to talk like them. I had to try my best.

"Rrrgghh," I growled softly trying to say a word. "Rrraarrgghh." This was impossible. Another thought came to mind. Instead of talking, I should knock on the door. That's what normal people do to get attention.

Then, with all my might I pretty much yanked up my fist and knocked on the door twice. I chuckled a little. This reminded me of when I knocked on people's doors. I don't what for, but I think it was for something important.

"Hey Sophie," whispered a distant soft voice coming down the hallway. "I think I heard someone knocking."

With delight, I realized they had heard me. This could be my escape. I knocked again, and I heard them run to the door. Please, please let me out.

"It came from here," said a young woman. "Hello, is there anyone behind here? Do you need help?" I was filled with glee as I knocked again making sure I didn't growl. Now thoughts of eating these humans came to my mind. Sinking my teeth in their flesh and drinking their blood was going to amazing. No, I had to be strong and just run.

"Okay," said the person again. "We'll let you out. Step back though or we'll shoot you." A wave of fear swept through my body. They were definitely going to shoot me if I opened the door. I would do the same thing if I saw a zombie.

The two humans quickly opened the door and saw no one looking at them. I was laying on the ground with my face buried in the dirt keeping quiet. I really hoped they wouldn't notice me. "Serena," said Sophie. "There's no one in here except a dead body."

I peeked to see two young women. They were about the same small height and wore ragged unwashed clothing. Sophie had blonde hair tied in a ponytail while Serena had short dark brown hair. They looked like sisters.

"Do you think it was a ghost than of this poor dude?" asked Serena glowing the flashlight on my head. Sophie looked around and said, "Who knows." They took a few things and left. I peeked to make sure the coast was clear.

When it did I realized that the door was finally opened. I was a free man able to go wherever I pleased. I quickly got up, but suddenly I heard gunfire and running. The two humans jetted in and slammed the door behind them. A fellow zombie pursued them knocked on the door trying to get in. I sank to the floor again. Of course, something like this had to open. I really hope these girls can escape soon. The hunger for their flesh sharply intensified throughout my whole body.