Life as a Zombie

A/N: I have various opinions on zombie's such as in order to eat and the such and be able to moan and walk they need to function like the living, breathe, etc. But then thats means they would NEED to feed not just do it to satisfy a craving. Also if this was the case then zombie's also would be able to reproduce and the like. I am more leaning towards this. Practically they're alive but their brains are. . . "Reprogrammed" Otherwise they wouldn't be able to move and the such because the brain needs oxygen to work and blah blah blah. Allthough this is taking a very scientific approach I want to keep this story as realistic as possible, or at least in my mind realistic. I'm still trying to decide how I'm going to go about this story, if you have a opinion then I would love to hear it.

I'll tear down the stars and Ill give them to you.
(give them to you)
They're not as pretty as your eyes,
but I guess it will have to do.
(have to do)
I'll tear down the stars,
we can ride it to the moon.
I'll float till I find you.
I wouldn't ever let you fall, down.

Tear Down The Stars by The Years Gone By

Sammy and her new father, Tyler, had traveled for a day non-stop before they met up with the zombie group they had sensed; they didn't have to stop to feed or rest or it could've taken even longer.

There were about 25 of them in all, various people covered in gore and most missing at least one limb. It was very organized (organized) though, because there was a hierarchy based upon strength and cunning; the leader, whose name was James, was only missing his nose.

When Sammy first set her eyes on the leader, and now her leader for her and her father, she felt a connection. If you had told her that love on first sight existed, she would call you a idiot, but as it was, she did feel a connection with James, she just didn't know what it was.

"Sammy, come here and keep an old woman company." moaned out Matilda, a kind lady with white hair. She only had half a face but what you could see is riddled with wrinkles and a kind brown eye.

"Yes Auntie." Sammy dutifully replied. Everyone in the group, or pack as Sammy was starting to think of it, was like a giant family and treated each other as such.

"You're such a good girl, such a sweet girl." Matilda mumbled, almost to herself as she absentmindedly stroked Sammy's tangled hair, "Lots of the boys fancy you, just like they fancied me when I was your age. Oh the memories that one cherishes when they're old."

"Boys, fancying me? Auntie I think you must be mistaken." Sammy laughed at the thought, maybe one or two but Matilda had made it sound like the majority of them did.

"Oh quite the opposite my dear. You see, I watch and I notice. Why, even James has taken a liking to you."

If Sammy wasn't one of the walking dead, she would of blushed. The very thought of James wanting her was a laugh since he could have anyone he wanted, being the leader and all.

As if reading Sammy's thoughts Matilda smirked, "Don't sell yourself short love-- I wouldn't be surprised if the young men started to ask your father for you to be their mate."

Sammy moaned and rolled her eyes. The Zombie courting rules were quite amusing to her-- if a girl wanted to court and had a zombie father, then the man would ask him if he could court her. If the girl does not, then they ask the leader to court the girl since he is the father to the group. A girl was then courted-- usually this was by more than one person-- and eventually she had to choose who she wanted to spend the rest of her undead life with. If the girl couldn't choose the father, or leader, would choose for her. It was all very old fashioned in her eyes.

Sammy's thoughts were interrupted by her Father, who was calling her. Next to him was no other than James himself.

"Sammy, James has asked me permission to court you and I agreed."


Author's Note: I know I have been neglecting this story as well as another but I'm going to be updating asap. I'm just busy with school right now. Sorry to keep you all waiting! ;O