Noah Marshall.

Brain cancer killed me.

Zombie. Mad man in the little box in my mind.

Noah Marshall. 19. Zombie.

I was locked in psychiatric hospital since I'm young. Sometime, I forget that I died from brain cancer, but I need to remember that. I don't eat people, well, I stopped eat people since I found the reason. Oh yeah. Need to tell you, I'm very clever. More than all computers you know. Nice to meet you, by the way.

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I don’t see anything. Someone. Helps me.

This brain cancer. I lose my vision. Again.

Why do I see giant butterflies dancing in front of me?

Fucking hallucinations, I guess. Why I didn’t die in another way?

Stupid brain cancer.

I hope this isn’t what I think it is.

"My head hearts so much. I don’t like that. I really don’t like that." He took his head in his hands. "I hate headaches. I hope I wouldn’t die one more time. Not this damn brain cancer."