Being alive is exciting, thrilling, exuberating. The adrenaline rushes, the emotions, the crazy thoughts. You can find it all. You can feel love, heart break, anger, happiness, sadness, pain...any sort of emotion. You can think silly, crazy, sick and twisted, depressing or happy thoughts. When you are alive, the possibilities seem endless and one often doesn't think that their ideas are impossible. When you are alive, you dream big and rarely underestimate yourself.
At least that's how Halott saw things.
Being dead on the other hand, offered very little. Granted, he wasn't dead, but being undead was just as bad. People often didn't like associating themselves with zombies and that meant very few opportunities came his way. He was always searching for things to keep himself entertained and food supply that would keep him out of trouble. That's basically what his days consisted of since he died.
It was funny really, the way he 'died'. He had always been a big dreamer and never thought twice about hurting himself, which, coincidentally, led to him getting injured. But injuries never stopped him. So when his friends dared him to wander off into the wilderness alone, he didn't think twice about it. Little did he know, a family of zombies were out that night. He just happened to be a tasty snack for them. But he was lucky. He had gotten away from them with only a bite on the arm. Little did he know, though, that bite would spread across his entire body, changing his life forever.
But those details were unimportant to him right now.
He walked through the forest everyday now, hoping to happen upon some small animal to eat or, if he was lucky, a child who was dumb enough to wander off into the wilderness by themselves. A rare delicacy, one that he didn't expect to find anytime soon. He had only come across one child. It was fun really. He loved teasing his food. The poor child didn't even notice Halott come up behind him, at least not until it was too late.
Halott ate well that night.
It's not like he is a bad man, but a guy's gotta eat right?
He heard a stick snap a little ways away from him, and he automatically turned to look what it was. He didn't see anything, so he decided to walk in the direction of the noise. Snapping twigs meant movement, and movement often meant a meal was nearby. And he wasn't exactly in the mood to go full zombie right now. The sooner he could eat, the better.