I was born blind, but I could still see the world in a way that those with sight could not. I had an uncanny sense of what was going on around me and I could tell when something was wrong.
One day, I was walking through the woods and I heard a strange noise. It sounded like it was coming from the ground. I stopped and listened more carefully. I heard a low, guttural moan and I could feel a chill run down my spine.
I kept walking, but the noise didn’t go away. It kept getting louder and closer. I started to get scared and I started to walk faster. Suddenly I heard a loud thud and felt something grab my arm.
I screamed and tried to pull away, but the grip was too strong. I could feel an icy cold touch on my skin and I knew that whatever had a hold of me was not living. It was a zombie.
I was terrified, but I didn’t give up. I kept struggling and eventually the zombie let go. I ran as fast as I could, not knowing where I was going or if I would make it out alive.
I eventually made it back home safely, but the zombie had left a mark on me. Every night since then, I have had nightmares of the zombie coming back for me. I can feel its icy cold touch on my skin and the haunting sound of its guttural moan in my ears.
I may be blind, but I can still sense danger when it is near. That is why I will never forget my encounter with the zombie, no matter how hard I try.