How to Become a Zombie in Six Easy Steps
She woke not knowing where she was, who she was, or even what she was. The only thing she could say for sure was how she was. As to that: stiff and sore.
First order of business: Open her eyes.
Her lids felt heavy and stuck together as if they’d been sewn shut. She might have lifted her hand and pried them apart—Did she have hands? She thought she did—but that required the complex act of remembering how to manipulate her fingers. Assuming she had fingers. She thought she did.
In the dark behind her eyelids, she took stock. This was what she knew: She was lying down. She was cold. And she was hungry.
Terribly hungry.