Dear Diary,

I woke up today feeling liberated. I had been amongst the humans for almost a decade now. I made friends, I got a job, and I think I might have almost fallen in love. But zombies don't fall in love, there's just no time for it. Humans don't realize how wasteful they look - with spending all their lives on petty emotions and worthless jobs. We zombies, we're always planning the next apocalypse. As the day started, I felt liberated, but as it came to an end, I found myself hoping that Johnny would be okay in the days to come. Perhaps part of me had turned a little human.