I'm not a general or a colonel or a builder of cities. I'm just a corpse who wants not to be.

I've always been interested in writing from the perspective of an outsider.

I feel the flatline of my existence disrupting, forming heartbeat hills and valleys

Here it comes. My inevitable death, ignoring me all those years when I wished for it daily, arriving only after I've decided I want to live forever.

Every time I go to sleep, I know I may never wake up. How could anyone expect to? You drop your tiny, helpless mind into a bottomless well, crossing your fingers and hoping when you pull it out on its flimsy fishing wire it hasn't been gnawed to bones by nameless beasts below.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

Warm Bodies ended up becoming one of the most personal relatable things I've written.