I have started writing a book. My ghost writing of songs hasn't picked up yet, so i have decided to jump on the zombie bandwagon. My book will not just be about zombies, but real life, with hidden metaphors and a more down to earth tone for a zombie book. Lol. It will also have some poetic type parts, with poems of hope and heartbreak. Hope it works. Please read the short sample included, and give me feedback. Thanks!
4:01 am

Will I ever sleep at night again? It's getting harder and harder to sleep in daylight too...The tunnel diggers, and the screaming of the "others". They are getting smarter and stronger. When I seen that zombie using a shovel, I nearly **** my pants. I mean, what's next? Guns? Knives? All i have now is this shack, my sanity (I think), and them. I have to protect them. She hardly even knows that I am here, but I feel like it's my duty to protect her, and her two little ones. The little boy is about nine or ten i'd say. The little girl is four and the splitting image of her mother. I have watched them for so long that I have grown attached to them. I feel like part of the family. If only they knew that. I must never tell...