The scene sets. A cool night and strong breeze hits the earth. All is calm but the air is lingering a sense of something unsettleling...The ground quakes briefly. The world is still with anticipation then CRACK. A once deceased appendage breaks through its bural to see the light once more. A woman's scream is heard.
Zombies.
The undead untimely ripped from their graves to feast upon the living.
The walking dead... feared by all walking life.
I've always found myself facinated by these brainless feeders--they tend to make excellent plot features and outstanding vulgarity and gore. However, the blood and the violence can only bring a girl so much love. What really sends my heart pounding about my flesh eating friends is their relation to the living. Everytime I gaze at my dusty flat screen tv at a magnificantly horrible horde, I feel a sense of longing...relatability. And then I realize, there isnt much different between them and I, is there? WE are the Living Zombies. Sentenced by our own human expectations to walk this earth in search of more... always more.
Panting can be heard in the distance. You'd wish to help her but you can't risk exposure to those...things. From my roof top I can see all unfold beneathe me. I can feel the insight of a greater being--only I cannot create lives just watch them be distroyed. I am powerless. What was that? The scream is getting closer. Lunch time. What's this? She sees me. I pray that she'll make it out alive but I know better. She falls. It's over now. Lunch time. Brains again? When will this meal get old?
Examine our society. Who are we? I think one of the best ways to look at who we are as a society is to sit on a bus. I have been known to, on more then one occasion, sit on a bus for multiple hours at a time and observe my surroundings. In my findings, I've notice how brainless we are. Our lives have become routine. Whether we take the 11:44 bus every Tuesday or we walk through a door feet first instead of head. We all have our learned behaviors. Unison. One dead limp and breathless groan at a time.
Brains is what we need. It is what we strive for. All of us will roam this world searching for it. Unison. Its' our opportunity too be, too fill the hunger that lies within our rotting stomachs. Guilt. When opportunity strikes, each Living Zombie for itself. But, be warned, once you taste it... once you realize its there, It will consume you. There is no turning back. One piece is never enough. Will we ever be filled? When will this meal get old?
Sleep tight, My Living Zombies
CK.
