Strings

Since the day I was born I had no sense of control. I remember walking, moving, using my legs and yet not using them at the same time. I would craft, build, create and live, all without living at the same time. I was aware of the world, yet unaware. There was no voice to govern my life except one, and they would dictate every action I would make. It was always 'Do this. Do that.' Every day of my life was a pleasant blur of simple nothingness. And I never questioned these motives, and the reasons why I was expected to simply obey this strange voice in my head.

Strings. I was a puppet on strings. I was as mindless as the zombies I was drawn out to fight.