From the book Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion "I'm dead, but it's not so bad. I've learned to live with it. I'm sorry I can't properly introduce myself, but I don't have a name anymore. Hardly any of us do. We lose them like car keys, forget them like anniversaries. Mine might have started with an "R", but that's all what I have now. It's funny because back when I was alive, I was always forgetting other people's names. My friend "M" says the irony of being a zombie is that everything's funny, but you can't smile, because your lips have rotted off." My day begins when the sun comes up,...