The Life and Times of a Young Zombie

The moon showered its glow upon the cemetery within the midnight hour. Something stirred deep beneath the tombstones and mounds of dirt. The air's polluted ways sunk deep into the ground and caused the blank minds of the dead to slowly pound. With a lifeless moan the buried creature began to awaken from its falsely promised endless slumber. My falsely promised endless slumber.
I dug up from beneath the surface until my arm felt the still air. It felt warm and soothing against my cold skin. I sifted my way onto the top. My torso and head now wriggling out of the soil. The warm air filled my cold lungs as I inhaled with deep filling breaths as the rest of my body emerged from the grave.
My ghoulish companions were on their way, bodies sprouting out of the ground like daisies on an early spring morning. Flesh eating daisies that is. The refreshing moans filled the cemetery. We had risen and we don't know why. I stand among my fellow ghouls and wail at the pain coming from within my corpse. The ravishing hunger had me in knots and I doubled over to where I could smell myself rot. The other dead could feel it too, and we all began to drool thick black saliva from our snarling lips.
My first step forward from after emerging from the ground was stiff and painful, but oh so successful. The knowledge that it was possible to walk made my cold body shudder in delight. A few more steps and a couple stumbles, I could walk with no complications. They had it down too. The cemetery seemed to be filled with toddlers taking their first steps.
We began to walk towards town, smelling food near by. A couple ghouls and I neared a parked car with a young girl and boy inside who were cradling each others bodies. His lips attacked to hers and his hand sliding down her leg. The scent of the boy was so unresistable. I opened the door and yanked him out by his leg. He put up a struggle and clawed at my face. His hand reached my mouth and I bit down in a gory delight. I continued on with my meal when I heard screams call from the inside of the cab. the young dame is pressed, back against the wall. Her sweet face gaped upon my appearance with bluging eye. I look up from my pain sufficing meal and begin to crawl towards her, but the door that she was clung upon opens and she fell with a harsher scream. My friends fiested upon her head as I continued back for my meal.
The sweet blood filled my throat and swelled into my stomach. It cried out, "More, More!" There weren't enough people or animals on Earth to satisfy my painful desire. All I could do was feed and feed until I completely rotted away. The man had been devoured. Only his bones lay in a crumpled pile.
We progress on towards teh city. The lights shin bright in my dry sockets. The smell of food floods my nostrils and my mouth gapes open and makes a pathetic moan.
A woman is on the streets with a little boy's hand in hers. She looks at us, screams and swoops her child into her arms. A boney finger points at us and she runs away. I chase after her, but one of the disadvantages of being dead is taht your muscles no longer function how they are supposed to. Probably due to the rigamortis. Suddenly blue and red lights flash. Men in uniforms all wield a weapon, but I don't care. The grueling hunger forces me to step towards them for they are food, and I am hungry.
A flash flared from one man's weapon and I hear it whiz past my face. A fellow ghoul's head sprang out blood and he fell face down. He just lied there and I took notice he was no longer moving. So we are destructable. Another bullet flareds and hits me in the arm. No pain is registered. Ghouls begin to fall rapidly. Almost like a thunder storm of bodies. You would thinkg, "Turn around and run." but our zombie minds only think on thing. "Feed."
What is left of us continue on. We step toward our impeding doom. Bullets fly by at an alarming rate. I don't care. I can taste the man now. A gun flashes and a bullet swirls. I see its bronze shape glint in the light. I have no escape. No agility. No time. Even as my last seconds apporach, all I can think is, "Feed!"