No one ever admits, even to themselves that they are not happy. I am not happy. Are you happy? Look around. The zombie world hasn't changed much. We walk, mostly in groups, we groan, we eat, we don't sleep and we don't think. Wait! I retract my last statement. I think though, I am able to think. Maybe I am just weird. What else there is to do with time when you've eternity to punish you? Just stop daydreaming. I will tell you what happened.
'You on the back.' The teacher said. 'John.'
'Can you write the first thing that comes to your mind in that black board, please?' She asked with her usual back zombish smile while pointing to the black board behind her. 'I want to kill you; Is ...view middle of the document...
Some new weird condition.'
'Humans? What the hell is that?'
'Some zombies call it evolution, other curse... It's too soon to say.'
'You said it was a threat. It means you know something that you are not telling me.'
'You are a smart kid aren't you?
'I like to know things.'
'knowing can be dangerous, it can hurt you.'
'Well, I would rather know that not know. So, what is that you are not telling me?'
The whole bunch sighed in group before turning their heads to me.
'A friend of mine said, there's a group of humans heading this way. They will arrive soon and they will infect us with whatever they've inside them. Do you understand?'
'I do Sir. The bunch silenced after that. There, they stayed, and they stared at each other in silence.
'Humans, huh?' I thought whispering to myself. All the other zombies at the park seemed oblivious to that threat. I followed their example and went home ignoring my recent discovery.
Many days followed until the rumors started to spread like fire. All the zombies were confused and scared. They had no idea of what kind of things these humans were. 'What are those things?' That was the biggest question at the time. We had never seen a human before, and we had no idea of how they looked like and of what they were capable of; We soon found what they were and let me tell you that zombies had never felt so threatened like they did back then.
It was Sunday morning. I was heading home and I heard a horrifying groan. I looked back and something, some being I had never seen in my long, sad and grotesque life was walking in the same streets as we, zombies, were. That being was so strangely beautiful, so weird that zombie after zombie started to shout with horror. 'That's what a human look like?' I said to a zombie that was passing by. 'I don't care if that's a human or something else. I am out of here.' He replied, and ran. The human, noticing the panic, ended up running too. It ran back to where it belonged. The zombie world from that day on entered in red alert. The threat was real, and little by little; zombies started to change, to become hostile, even among zombies. Soon, Conflicts spread throughout the zombie world, zombies started to attack zombies not just humans. Although, and with all the attacks, the humans started to grow in number.
'I want you to be very careful out there OK?' She said with a twisted, worried eye. 'I don't want to lose you to those human creatures.'
'Don't worry mother.' I said smiling 'I will be all right, don't you worry.'
'They sure look better than us' I thought to myself.
I turned around, opened the door and stepped outside.
'I hate you.' She said, now, with her twisted eye.
'I hate you too.' I gave her the most contorted smile.
Outside. I decided it was the perfect day for a walk, I had decided that I was going to spend the day at the park despite all the warnings and curfews imposed by the zombie government. The streets were, almost, empty,...