Diary of a Zombie

Fransisco’s Diary: DO NOT READ!!!

September 1, 2020

Considering there are new zombie movies coming out every year, you think people would know more about zombies. I think people know zombies as brain-hungry, slow-walking dumbasses who’ll walk into ambushes willy-nilly. Well, tell that to the dumbass I caught walking near the Wall today. His brain was so fucking good. Every time I go near the Wall, I see this female brain just staring at me from what I assume is her bedroom. She was also writing something down in a book, probably her diary—just like mine. It kind of creeped me out.

September 2, 2020

I saw the tyrant of the human camp today. The guy actually scares me. He has no regard for his own safety, but he always knows when one of my zombie friends is around. Him and a couple of his buddies go out of the Wall almost every day, just to take out a couple zombies. He killed my parents today! Although zombies can’t have emotions, that one got to me. As soon as I get a chance, I’m taking him down.

September 3, 2020

I love the humans who think they’re safe. They always have a false sense of security just because they have a weapon. We only have our teeth and hands, and somehow we kill a lot of people. I killed this teenager who did nothing but keep screaming. After I ate his brain, which tasted terrible, I felt something weird inside of me. When I saw that unusual girl come up to me, I just didn’t feel like eating her brain. She was too busy screaming at the boy I just ate. Apparently his name was Bill. What a ridiculous name. When she tried to go near me, something in my legs decided to back away. Maybe I was scared of her blond hair…

September 4, 2020

The stupid girl dyed her hair green. She even had me follow a trail of her old boyfriend to what appeared to be the tyrant of the camp. But I was more than happy to eat his brain for her. She’s pretty bossy.

September 5, 2020

I should probably just eat this bitch… (Contributor’s note—Fransisco’s diary was later found near the Wall. The pages were all torn up and bloody. One of his friends found this diary and unfortunately, ate most of the pages thinking they were leftover brains.) 

With files from Steven Cayer