Had any cutting edge biochemical weapon spread out? Or was this some kind of plague or infection? Or was this a curse of black magic or something? All the sudden I noticed myself being a zombie.
My body decayed and smelled awful. My eyeball was dangling from the socket, and everything was looking blurred. My brain must be rotten as well, so I could not think well. What had I been doing so far, and what for?
Whatever, that I thought, and put my clothes on and went out to the town. Because my food stock was short and so was the toilet paper, my bank account was needed to be checked, and my job was waiting for my report.
The town was full of zombies. Everybody was just like myself, wondering around without any purpose. They had no idea what to do. What should a zombie do for what purpose? Some zombies were crazily sticking to the show windows, absorbed to the products inside. Some zombies were idly watching the television put on top of the building, but in the screen, there was only another zombie being idle. Some zombies were desperately trying to get on the train which did not work anymore, they seemed intending to commute. I was absently looking at those scenes, forgetting my first purpose out to the town.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind. Had we all died from the beginning? Had not we lived at all even for a moment? Had we only believed that we were alive but in zombie mind?
Whatever, soon I thought. Then I remembered my condition of food stock, of toilet paper, of bank account and so on. Gotta make money and make my living, that I thought. The other zombies too were groaning just like myself; make living, make living, don't wanna die, gonna live, gonna live...