By Isaac Marion
I am a zombie, and it s not so bad.
I m learning to live with it.
I m sorry I
can t properly introduce myself, but I don t have a name anymore.
Hardly any of us
do.
We forget them, like anniversaries and PIN numbers.
I think mine might...
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By Isaac Marion
I am a zombie, and it s not so bad.
I m learning to live with it.
I m sorry I
can t properly introduce myself, but I don t have a name anymore.
Hardly any of us
do.
We forget them, like anniversaries and PIN numbers.
I think mine might have
started with a "T", but I m not sure.
It s funny, because back when I was alive, I was
always forgetting other people s names.
I am finding that irony abounds in the
zombie life, an ever-present punch line.
But it s hard to smile when your lips have
rotted off.
Before I became a zombie, I think I was a businessman or young
professional of some kind.
I think I worked in one of those stifling office jobs in a
high-rise somewhere.
The clothes clinging to the remains of my body are highquality business-casual.
Fine gabardine slacks, silvery silk shirt, red Armani power
tie.
I would probably look pretty sharp if my intestines weren t dragging at my feet.
Ha
We like to joke and speculate about our remaining outfits, since the
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