Zombi

My world is at its finish. I am lost, and without a soul. All the things around had slowly quit living. Any family I had is now fighting its own kind or what was ours. Humans couldn’t adapt to it, so to quit was our only option. My last option is to quit, and I will not do that. I am doing all things to stop from changing into an unliving. It is a scary thing to find my world dark and damp. No words or sounds can go past my walls, for only pain will follow. I was an artist with words and also a dying drug addict too. Drugs was all I had, I couldn’t go on without a high. I had to quickly adapt to not doing drugs, allowing my mind to stay strong was my only shot at survival. I stay busy by doing normal things, but of all normal things I sit and think most of all. To grow in this world is to slowly and painfully drop the humanity left inside. So in a way I had grown to stop living, and to start changing into an unliving. I had nothing in my world worth living for, just my thoughts and I.
 * __ How do you spell Zombie without the E?  __**