Zombies,prejudice and love

‘Eat their brain,eat their brains,EAT THEIR BRAIN ‘ and a bunch of gibberish is your perception of what goes on inside a zombie’s mind. But I am different,my kind is different,we don’t enjoy eating human flesh,we enjoy good emotions,or bad emotions both make a pretty good meal,for this we do not necessarily need to eat human flesh,just one bite into their skin without the need to skin the bones,a drop of blood into our tongue,I can taste their emotions.Everything leaves a mark,my mark on the human I supposedly fed on may still be alive,but is a stone inside.My mouth is enough to turn the whole population into stone,but that’s not what I want,it’s just my nature. A delicate boy that’s against my kind arrives ,part of me wants to suck the happiness braveness or any emotions out of him,part of me wants to keep his emotions alive,how am I going to choose a path if I keep deliberating I must Choose..must..or else I will risk my own existence.