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 kissed two girls, mister the Magic Anon!

Are you happy now?

Last thing I remember is promising myself not being a monster.

Can someone tell me what’s happened? Or why I have this horrible taste of blood in my mouth?

I think… I don’t see anything… My symptoms… My cancer…

The power’s back and the killer too.

Don’t even expect for an innocent little zombie now. A killer is reborn.

And your adorable Noah isn’t here anymore. Noah isn’t here at all.

Maybe that was the only thing that was supposed to happen. I just did what I am supposed to do. Eat.

I don’t wanna be a monster.

No more. No more eating. No more blood. No more flesh. No more brain.

I’m hungry because of that stupid anon.

No one should approach me. No one. I… I don’t want to be monster…

I don’t want to kill… Killing is bad. Very bad.

I don’t know why, but I’m sure it’ll be great day today.

I feel no symptoms of my cancer yet since one week. The sky’s blue.

The birds are singing. For once, everything’s alright. I can’t believe that…

disguise yourself, they said. Disguise yourself.

I hope no one will see me. Secret mission, they said. Alright.

No one should recognize me. Perfect. But what was my mission again?

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

This brain cancer. I lose my vision. Again.

I guess I’m a girl now.