Diary of a Teenage Zombie

Dear Diary. Today I ate the mail man. My bad. Her left arm was dislocated, and by the looks of the bloody and exposed sinew of her legs, she had been dragged across rugged terrain. Her flesh had peeled away as it'd rubbed against the rocky debris and prickly grass. Sadly, she'd also been slashed right across the centre of her stomach. Hers would be a slow and painful death.