zombie's grave

I am zombie and I am a zombie boy who was brought back to life by some unknown god, or maybe devil. who knows.

i don't know why i'm here or what my purpose is

as a zombie boy, it's hard to eat. food doesn't taste as good as flesh, it just tastes like dirt. i get reminded of how it felt to be in the grave. i love the grave, it's comfortable, but the taste of the dirt in my mouth is disgusting.

i like coca-cola, and dogs, my dogs specifically. :) . they're very cute and loveable.

my mind is a hell hole

i dont know what i'm talking about.

i've found that i really like watching presidents play horror games. its fun.

still, all i taste is dirt. now, i'm not even eating food. it's a constant taste in my mouth. i still have dirt under my nails from when i dug myself out. i remember gasping for air once i got out, spitting out all the dirt i inhaled. i think it's still in me.

okay