"Urghhhh..." was the first sound he heard. He sat up and looked around, looking at an empty town. It seemed as if there was nothing around him. Then he wondered,
"Who is him? Who am I?" Unfortunately, no answer came to his mind. He looked around, looking for anyone nearby. Fortunately, no zombies were nearby. But how did he know what a zombie was? He had just woken up! It was almost as if he was wearing someone else's memories and body. But what if he was? As he began to stand up, a sound erupted from his throat.
"Gurgle..." was all that came out. Even if he didn't have a brain, he would still know that only one thing makes that sound. Zombies. But how did he make that sound? And there were no other zombies nearby to make that noise. But that meant...
"Gurgle..." was the only noise that came out of his grey, fleshy throat as he tried to say, "Oh crap." He slowly raised his hands and set his gaze upon two grey, fleshy, rotting hands that looked like they were held together with stitches made out of cotton.
"Grahhhh!!!!" was the closest thing to a scream he could make through his obviously zombified body. He began looking all over his body, looking to see if there was anything else he was missing. It appeared he had on some jeans and a leather belt but had no shirt. His stomach and torso were very skinny, so the infection probably stole your body fat and some of your muscles. Most noticeably, there was a large gash on his chest, exposing his insides. Peering as far down as he could, he looked inside his chest. First there was his heart, which was a dull green and thumping slightly, with a little bit of an unknown substance squirting out with every beat. Then there were his lungs, which appeared to be entirely demolished for some reason. It became obviously apparent to him that he had become a zombie, but it seemed that somehow he had survived the infection. Or did he? Did he survive, or was he born? Was he a new person, or did he just lose his memories? No, he most definitely was a new person, considering that he didn't remember his name, which should have been the most memorable thing. Being given life by some random coin flip of fate, he decided the first thing he needed...was a name. A name that would signify survival and fate. Or something his rotted, damaged brain liked. How about...
...
Leo?