My name is Bobby and I am seven. I am from Bloomville Vermont, but I guess I live in Canada now with my Mom. My Dad got bitten and we had to run away because he turned into a zombie. We couldn’t take our clothes or toys or anything not even Fozzy our dog.
I wish Dad hadn’t gotten bitten and turned into a zombie. I miss him a lot. He used to read to me every night. I guess he doesn’t read anymore. I hope it doesn’t hurt to be a zombie. Also I hope he didn’t eat Fozzy.