Chapter 2, Guests.

Day 29, In the Bathroom Still.

My Zombie self, Who I going to name Topp, After my Last name, is still staring right through me at the door like a dog wanting to go out to pee. I should announce that Topp has successfully broke an additional finger nail from trying to scratch at the door. My finger nail lays a few inches from the first finger nail, he has also shredded 13 strains of hair. Three of those brown hairs are resting on my, er, his left shoulder and rest on the floor. There's not much to look at and honestly counting hairs is almost as good as watching Jay Leno.

Seeing myself from the outside is not a pretty sight, In my living days I had successfully avoid staring at myself in the mirror. Now I am forced to look at my corpse self once in a while after getting bored staring into other rooms.

To describe myself, Imagine Will Wheaton after some one beat him with a 50 pound ugly stick. My right ear is slightly lower than my right but I am not sure if that is because I am dead.  My nose is pointed and still shows a bruise I gained when I was trying to get into the apartments. My eyes are yellow and red vains and my pupils are going gray and my eyebrows are thick and bushy and need to be trimmed down. My lips are a faint red and gray from and my height is 5 foot 6.

If a plastic surgeon was to ask me what part of my body i hate the most, i would honestly would say my side torso, it's where where a chunk is bitten off, showing some of my rips, which is the reason why I died and become this hunk of undying love.

Looking at my bite wound, it has mostly dried up leaving a healthy brown look over my company uniform. As I float closer to my ribs, I stop to hear a noise coming from the livingroom as a door opened. "Carol?" i call out but my voice doesn't even echo.

Some time had past until I another sound but closer. I float my specter self through the bathroom door into the bed room and looked at the door way. I slow foot steps, taking it's time around my house.  It can't be zombies, I thought, The front door is locked and from watching Topp, They don't seem to understand how to turn door knobs.

I see a figure in the shadows appear, "Carol?!?" I shout. I then stopped as I see flash light turned on. I can make out a tall black man, one hand holding a flash light and the other was a baseball bat. "It's clear" he said in a rough whisper after he had examined the closet and then rest of the room.

"Hey, I'm a ghost help me, can you help me?" I hear myself saying. The black man looks past me and then left the room. I hear more noises, sounds like zippers being unzipped and some metal clunks and i can make out two people talking, one was that man and other sounds like a girl. I try and push myself harder on the invisible wall to get closer but i suddenly got dizzy and had to move back  to my corpse who is strangely quiet.

I hear a young girl talking as she walks to my room "John, I need tampons". She ran the flash light around the room and pulled my wife clothes draws and threw them on the bed. "hey stop that!" i yell at my intruder but my voice was weak with defeat. I watched as she picked what ever clothes that peaked her interest and then she looked at the bathroom door.

The girl was in her late teens, Asian, short black hair and having a nose stud. She seem to look tired and skinny. She wore a green jacket and her jeans was caked in brown dirt if she been walking around for a while. "Hi?" I spoke. The girl stopped looking at the door to continue to pick through my wife things and picked a few bras and put them on her chest to examine.

A Sudden jolt of realization hit me. I floated through the door and I saw Topp quietly half leaning, half pushing against the door. This is the first time ever i felt panic in my specter form, for i knew what was going to happen. I swung my hands through the corpse, trying to make an impact or a noise but it was too late.