Well you might remember me. I was the idiot who got bitten. The one who didn't think. I haven't spoken in a very long time and you might be wondering why.
Maybe I'm busy killing people? No. Never!
I went through a very big change recently. Its weird sometimes to think of people dying and becoming undead. Like I did, but what about... Becoming undead and then dying again? Atleast i think I've died. AGAIN!
Ok im mumbling so i'll get to the point. Yesterday I woke up in a very unsual place. A place I had never been to before.
Things were different and I don't just mean the house I was in. I mean inside. Inside I was different.
At the time I couldn't describe it but now the word that comes to mind is emptiness. I felt empty. Like the very last of my soul had been ripped out.
I can walk through walls now.
Nobody can see me.
I can't touch anybody or feel anything.
I am nothing now.
I am a ghost.
Death after undead? You better believe it....