I, Zombie by (pseudonym) Edwina Ray

I, Zombie can't wait to eat the little girl. The old man looks like he'd be a bit tough and gristly, and the teenage boy keeps waving that bat around, but the little girl, so rosy cheeked, so tender. Her heart is surely beating fast. He can’t wait to hold it, hot and wet in his hands before ripping it apart with his teeth. But he isn't the only zombie to find them. He's got a fight on his hands.