• Abby was called a walking corpse. Her skin was rotten yet still remain intact on her moldy body. She knew not why she was walking around. She just had the urge to kill and eat. She could not taste the mush of their brains. She felt revenge boil inside her not knowing this feeling. It was the only human emotion left beside the need to feed. A murdered girl who was only to be brought back broken and ridden with such famine that would made her mind insane, if she only had a mind that worked properly. Images of her murder swam in front of her. It meant nothing to her. She walked for days. When she smells the scent of warm flesh, she stop to hunt. She was alone. Before her death, this would have made her lonely and long to be loved. Not now, for she was considered animated dead. She moved without knowing she was moving. She searched without knowing what she searched for nor what she wanted. If she was lucky to hold onto a person, she tear at them. Some of them would squirt blood while others just poured the red juice. Her hunger be sedated as she ate all the flesh. It didn’t matter where she munch as long as it was soft. Bones was hard to bite into, but sometimes they break under extreme pressure of her body. The marrow she sucked from it was the reward for the extra effort. None of it had any taste. She knew not why she stop eating. It was not that she felt full. It was more like an abrupt stop. She then stop and walk. She didn’t know why she continued to walk or to hunt. She just did what came unnaturally easy to her.