"Ribbet...ribbit...ribs sound good. Bar-b-qued....or raw!"

These were my first coherent thoughts. 

As a new experiment for the USA Military branch called the Zombie Weapons Design Agency (ZWDA), I became a front runner in new technology.

No, that's a lie. I am one of MANY failures on the road to the front runner.

And this is my story, at least the story I was told before I was released back into the swamp I was originally born in.
 
The story was told to me by Dr. Cara, one of the main researchers at ZWD. He is a large actor in this story of the dead and the technology to, well, revive the dead to become Weapons of Zombie Destruction (WZD, confusing stuff, huh?).

He was one of the few scientists of the program that cared about the "subjects" of such experimentation. He knew that we (and I mean the "subjects") were going to be different than before we died. We would be stonger, faster, 1000X more intelligent, and if we could keep the critical body parts from falling off, immortal. As he explained it, making us more intelligent, emotionally, and morally prepared was the easy part. Subduing the cravings for body parts of the living was a bit harder. Oh, and keeping us in one piece.

However, I digress. Dr. Cara tried to educate us as much as possible as he felt it would make life easier for the successful, and the failures. The verdict is still out on that, at least in my opinion. Why be educated and live in a swamp? I still don't get it.

I remember nothing of my life as a swamp frog. Only "becoming".

Becoming what? A creature that thinks? A creature that can evolve? A creature that has unholy cravings for fresh brains and other raw, bloody tidbits from living flesh? A creature that has basic instincts, that can not only change itself, but maybe, change the world? Even if not in a good way? A creature that can be a weapon for the Military?
These are good questions, but, in my case, not to be answered. I am one of the failures, remember?

Oh, I still have my intelligence. I am still stronger than many frogs combined. I am still basically immortal. I still have a craving for fresh brains. And I still have that teaching of good vs evil, a thing Dr. Crara called, morality.

My question is, MY Morality, or Dr. Cara's?

But most of all, I AM FROGGY ZOMBIE.

Thus, the beginning of the story of Froogy Zombie.