Personal Narrative: A Zombie Virus

I’m a zombie that’s about it. My life before (what I can remember of it) was pretty boring so I’m not going to make you suffer through it. The virus that made all these normal people die then get up with a bad case of the munchies spread like a cold. After the first few died and then got up it was too late. Countries blamed each other and eventually everyone was trying to shoot you in the head. You think that it would freak everyone out not really every human i have happened across is pretty calm with the idea of making your brains splatter.

I’m actually kinda lucky (as far as a zombie can be) I don’t look like as much as a corpse as the others some are missing limbs some are missing their bottom jaw it’s kinda gross. I have all my arms
I was wrong again. Its a long hallway at the end I can see a glaring light. We are shoved along the hall down to what looks like a hospital ward. There are lines of bed all with a zombie chained to it. They look different there are biohazard tents around each one. We new zombies are shoved down a separate hallway and there are individual tanks that contain a fresh zombie each. We are put in our own tank away from each other.

I curl up in a corner of my tank and wait I know something is going to happen. I have a suspicion of what is going on. The zombie apocalypse began just over five years ago. I have kept track of the seasons since the day I realized I couldn’t do much else. Humans must have built this place when it first began but i wonder why all of us weren’t put in this eden. They might have begun a cure program and that might explain why the other zombies don’t resemble the rest of us. I began wonder if that is possible when a guy in a lab coat comes in.

He begins telling us our history. How the apocalypse began. We all know it we were there we are the reason they are living in a fish bowl. I wonder why he is droning on and on the zombie next to me is thrashing next against the glass screaming. I am standing against the glass perfectly silent. He tells us how the infection began and how We are just rotting host to an infection. All I can think is DUH I could have put on a lab coat and told you
I don’t like being caged. There is a small chance that I might be able to not eat people to do what I want to be who I want. I don’t like living like this.

When someone comes in and walks in we all stand and scream and attack the glass. He is holding what looks like a cattle prod and stands in front of my goldfish bowl. I scream even louder he unlocks my door and before I can seriously mess up my day he zaps me and I drop he collars me so I can’t bite him. I am dragged back to the hospital part and am put into a large square glass box. There is a vent and a drain.

I am put in the room and then let free I run around a bit and scream and then spit blood at the two way glass wall. The people behind the glass sit with clip boards and pencils ready taking notes. There is a hissing noise behind me and i look up at the vent. A blue cloud of something is leaking from the vent. I huddle on the opposite side of my tank and try to avoid breathing in the gas. Eventually it reaches me and I have to breath. I can feel the gas reach my lungs and I know that this might just save my life.

It hurts to go back to human. It feels like being ripped in half, dipped in acid, lit on fire, and then run over a sander. I scream and twitch on the floor and then my world goes