I more often than not feel impassive with a small touch of grievance from the nothingness that consumes me. I know someday soon, all feeling will stop. Contempt has become my companion while bane leads the way. I thirst for a hint of solace in vain;I've only the strength to feed again with a voracity for more. The chaos excites me, almost giving cause to breathe once again. Bewilderment strikes; devouring what's left of my senses while the masses of mindless flesh surround me. Their guts trailing behind them, faces falling off; so lost in themselves. I can't be far from it now: that oblivion of emptiness. In this fragile lucidity, this fiend I've become will not shatter. This Zombie will rise to walk another night, even if there's no leg to stand on.

"You mean the movie lied?"