I’m Tommy Williams, thanks for stopping by MySoCalledUndeath.com. I’m currently a junior at Oakvale High School. I should be a senior but I stopped going to school for awhile after I died.
I’ve been dead a little over a year now. My mother and I moved to Oakvale after she’d had a discussion with the principal, who told her that Oakvale High was not averse to admitting “living impaired” students. Their term, not mine. Zombie is just aces by me. Most of the other undead kids I’ve met prefer being called zombies, although there are plenty of other fun names to choose from. Yes, I am being sarcastic.
There’s quite a few of us in Oakvale, and some zombies attend school with me. The zombie kids with families are usually the ones that end up in school, I’ve noticed. The ones who were abandoned, or worse, driven from their homes by violent means are the ones that have the most trouble.
I’m going to be writing for those kids in this blog, because they have zero voice in society. No one has figured out why so many American teens are coming back from the dead, but trying to figure out why it is happening is not going to be the main thrust of this blog, unless it is to comment on some of the more absurd theories out there as to why we exist. I’m sure I’ll write about my good pal “Reverend” Nathan Mather, who believes that we zombies are demons, the harbingers of an impending apocalypse. I’ve read his cheery books—he’s got a few out on us—and they sell really well despite being long, hateful tracts filled with speculation, lies and brimstone. Lots and lots of brimstone.
Enough of him for now. There are other people out there that want to help us, and I’ll write about them, too.
But mostly I’ll write about what “life” is like as a zombie. High school was hard enough when all we had to worry about was homework or the condition of our skin. Trying to get along when everyone else is alive and you’re not is just murder sometimes.