"I was born in this world, my reason unknown. I would like to think it is to survive. You see, I was born different from all the others, and as of now I am the last. I am a Zombie." A grey colored hand tainted with dried blood set the pencil down to rest as a sigh broke out. He hated to write out these words, but he also hated hearing him speak each word as it is wrote. It was however necessary for speaking about his writing helped him write. He was just thankful no one was around to listen in.
"If you are reading this journal, then let me clear your confused mind. As you might know the zombie race was born from a virus made to end all the wars on Earth. And as you might have guessed it got out, most likely from a scientist with butter fingers who was left in charge of handling the vials. Anyways, many humans were mutated into zombies. However, what most people don't know, there was two different types of mutations. The first type was the brainless zombies. They were the most common. T