I wake up, thinking it is a typical day. As I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth, I put some toothpaste on my toothbrush. As I start brushing, I lift my head to look at the mirror, letting the toothbrush dangle from the edge of my mouth. I scream at the top of my lungs to the point where I can almost hear glass shattering. “I..i..” I stutter over my words, and this does not make any sense. “…. I AM GREEN.” I look at my hands, dropping the toothbrush on the ground. My nails are dirty and yellow, I look like I have just crawled out of the ground with my bare hands.
I sit on the closed toilet seat, trying to remember what happened while the toothpaste is dripping from my mouth, like drool. The last thing I can remember was. I was in a hospital?? I just want to cry and cry until everything is back to normal. Instead of green skin, I would have my tan skin; instead of my ugly yellow dirty nails, I would have my long nails; no, I can’t cry; I have to find out what happened. I look out the window, praying it will answer my why I am green ; the ground is covered in trash. What happened?? I ran into the mirror and turned around to find “A PART OF MY HEAD WAS GONE,” you could see my brain; I almost threw up at the smell of it. Was I a zombie? WHAT DO I DO? DO I CALL THE COPS? I entered 911 on my phone. I hear a voice on the other side of the line,” 911, what’s your emergency?” “I AM A ZOMBIE!” I scream into the phone; a pause, “Honey, everyone is a zombie…’
