OK, this isn't an anime fanfic but I absolutely adore iZombie's Liv Moore where she has a sarcastic humor but she is a badass zombie and this is her point of view on her life as one of the undead. Please enjoy! Thanks a lot for your reads!
My name is Liv.....Short for Olivia Moore. When I was still alive, I was a surgeon. This was my life before I died, I saved lives even getting invited by someone who actually hated me and wanted to kill me to a party on a boat. It's weird to say that even when Marcie loathed me and my guts as a profession. But she showed new respect and I declined her offer however my once fiancee, Major Lilywhite, encouraged me to. He then smiled, "What's the worst thing that can happen?" So I went, and I can tell I was having a blast. Some creep approached me and offered me a drug called 'Utopia' which would--as quote on quote--fry your brain. Basically, having my mind turn into a corn dog. It wasn't so tempting, the guy try to pull me closer but I splash my drink in his face. Then, he puffed out smoke and I heard screams behind me. All hell was breaking loose on the party, people were shooting weapons at others who acted like animals. I hid under the table before gathering up the courage and fled. I remembered my fiancee's words echoing in my head: "What's the worst thing that can happen?" The worst that can happen? Try an explicated party gone wrong, the guy that try to offer me the drug slashed at my arm and I fell into the water. I woke up and found myself in a body bag as I threw up water out. I saw my arm was bleeding and a strand of my hair became whitish blonde. One of the people that was in charge of the body bags for the deceased was shocked. He got up and ran, screaming to tell the others what happened. I knew that party was going to blow, but let me you ask you something...How often can you say you've been changed, really changed by a party? It's probably wrong to see a dead body and think: "What the hell am I doing with my life?" I mean, I didn't map out or color coded this. See, I used to be passionate....inspired....alive! Now I'm mostly just hungry, and a zombie so there's that. But my boss at the morgue--Ravi--finds out and is obsessed with learning about the zombies. I've been terrified of somebody finding out for months and he's acting like my condition is like the measles or something. Listen, I can't choose to be dead, I can't even tell the people that I love what's going on with me....But I can choose to fight for justice. When I eat a brain, I get visions. Flashes in my head of the deceased. Weird power, I know but it's enough to catch the killer and nail his ass to the wall.
My name is Liv....I'm a zombie.
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