A zombie needs friends too

For every hundred mindless, moaning, infectious corpses, there is one that is special, one that is conscious. I am that one out of a hundred - a zombie with a soul. I am much more than a stumbling, feeding machine: I am cognizant and capable, a master of death and the living. Once I learn to manage my disease, I could potentially live for an aeon. Those first few weeks are a *****. Before you were contagious you may have looked upon the world and judged it to be fair, reasonable and quantifiable. You were wrong, and now that your flesh is loose and veins are throbbing, barely keeping you alive, you know it. Join forces with me to find the antidote. To find ourselves again and shed this lifeless body through diet and exercise... or choose to roam the earth forever as a zombie.

You know who you are... Please friend me for support