I woke up this morning hungry for brains. I wasn't craving them, they just sounded like a nice thing to eat. Once again, I saw no humans or infected on the way to my first class. After class, I stumbled upon a small group of fellow zombies. We were soon joined by another group and several other loners. We cornered some humans in Matthews, but they weren't going to budge and we were losing our patience. Some of our number were in dire need of food, and they weren't in the mood to sit around.
After a few fruitless chases after individual humans, we finally caught one. When she fell, she lost a flap of skin on her hand and was distressed. That seemed odd to me. I don't mind when my skin falls off, and neither do my fellow zombies. I declined the offer to share its brains. There were others hungrier than I, and I hadn't lost all sense of humanity yet.
The group dissipated, but I stuck with a fellow H1Z1 patient for a while. After a nice chat and a close chase after two humans in which he was stunned, we parted ways and I continued on to a meeting.
For lunch, I went to the human eating establishment to keep up appearances of normality as best as is possible, but I found that I had little appetite for the food that had once seemed so tantalizing. I soon gave up. While inside the building, I was able to think almost like any ordinary human, so I got quite a lot of school work done.
Nothing else of interest has happened today. I didn't get to feed, and I'm starting to feel the need for brain tissue. I won't be able to even feign civility for long.
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