What’s In A Name?
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The thing I missed the most was my name. That knowledge faded from my mind as the hunger for flesh took its place. It was only between stints of hunger and satiation, that I thought about what I had forgotten. I’d mourn the loss as I would have a loved one. But the moment never lasted. I’d get lost in my hunger again and be driven out to hunt.
Still, my name followed me like a ghost. I never mourned the humans I ate this way. I didn’t care enough to. They didn’t matter. Not like my name did.
Should I feel guilty for that?
I could pick any name I wanted, after all. Choose a moniker that suited me.
Wouldn’t it be funny if the name I picked was the one I forgot? Back in what remained of my brain was the knowledge I yearned for. I just didn’t know it.
But I didn’t want any name. I wanted my name. I wanted my victims to scream my name as they died. Just as they had when I was alive and stalking them then. Becoming a zombie was the best thing to happen to a serial killer like me.
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Creepy! And you almost had me feeling sorry for the zombie—well done!