Too late!

I woke up today a new person. No, not a person. Different. I can't see very well. I can't feel anything, but I can move. Fast! This was the best part -being in one district at one moment, and another in less than a minute. At least, I thought it was the best part. But I smelled something... enticing. Something that drew me in. It made me feel a certain kind of hunger. Not of the body, but of the mind. It gave me a certain kind of familiar feeling. I forgot exactly what it was, but I've forgotten a lot of things. Mostly everything. The only thing I seem to know is how to use a pen. The strokes that I make are interesting, and deft. I don't even know why I write this, but it is soothing after that meal. My, that meal gave me a rush. When I smelled that tangy smell my unfeeling legs ran of their own accord towards it. And there it was. I don't know what it was... no I do now! It was a person! Not like me though.

It had words. But this thing could write words straight from its mouth. It wrote, "Penelope? Your a... zombie! No, no, no! I'm so sorry! I lost you! I tried to protect you! Please! Penelope! Please hear me! You've got to be in there!"

I tried to comprehend its words, but the smell was overpowering, and it led me right to the thing.

It felt so good to feel something in my mouth. The only thing I can feel and taste, and it tasted good! Now I must find more. I won't be satisfied until my next meal.