He was bloody, and disgusting. I think that at that point, that was the start of the zombies. We didn’t even know his name, but when we got near the top of the mountain, we could smell the disgusting rotten flesh. We didn’t know what it was at first, all we knew was that we were almost to the top of a mountain where we could see the beautiful shining full moon. If it wasn’t for that disgusting smell, I remembered thinking, This would be the best moment in my life. When we saw him, it was too late to turn back. We were just too close to him. His guts were hanging out. There was an undead rat hanging from the very tip of his long intestine. It looked like a pink worm was trying to crawl out of his mouth, while he was chewing on it. I could see the heart hanging out by a few strings of gooey ickey flesh and muscle…….. I would write more but my mom just said I had better not be writing anything morbid.