Zombie Life

My face is tired looking. They tell me that. I’m like a zombie, except I have health insurance. Meds should help. But I’m claustrophobic. The pill bottle I’m in is getting full. Can zombies have feelings? Can zombies get depressed? I would look it up, but my hand is decaying. I have a beautiful life here. My family, my car, the sunny sky. I have a brain too. I just don’t think it’s mine.