Me, Zombie. (flash fiction)

Short or long, no concept of time passing exists. My clothes hang in rags, torn and bloodied, dragged across the ground as I shuffle, limbs jerking.

Oh! How my stomach aches, with no sight of food for days now. I am driven by an insatiable hunger.

Eyes bulge with fear, people turn, run. I call after them with a rasping groan caught in my throat. Despite how hard I try, words fail me.

Who approaches? I lunge forward, grasp and miss. I see a baseball bat cut through the air. Time momentarily returns, as the strike makes contact with my head.

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