I walk amongst the living,
though I am not alive.
I follow a herd of brainless humans.
Not much has changed, it seems.
Those who live may fear us,
but you try being endlessly hungry.
Always starving; forever hunting.
A terribly misunderstood breed.
I apologize if my bite should kill you,
but at least you will then live again.
There is no end, no end, no end
to what being a zombie has to offer.
Yes… I am a zombie—the walking dead.
