My LIfe as a Zombie
Moist. Dark. Hungry. Oh so hungry. Really hungry. You are surrounded by a heavy gritty substance, and you feel like you are being pulled down. Gravity weighs on you like a ton of dirt. Hunger weighs on your mind with about as much force. You can tell that there is grit in your eyes, ears, nose and mouth, but it doesn’t seem to affect you in anyway. It’s gritty, uncomfortable and heavy, but you aren’t breathing. Your eyes aren’t watering.
In your mouth, the dirt tastes like grainy ash. You are pretty sure that you aren’t buried in ash, but you realize that you are buried. Why didn’t you get a coffin? Good thing you didn’t get a coffin. You stretch your arm up making a path through the dirt. You stretch your other arm up. You wriggle, slide and pull your way toward the top of the earth. Your hand bursts through the earth, and you lift yourself out of a recently dug plot of soil.
You look around, and the hunger hits you so hard. You can smell the food nearby and it takes all of your willpower not to run toward it. You think of all the things that you could eat – spinach, broccoli, milk and cookies, ice cream, cake, grilled cheese, Doritos, steak, chocolate bar, a nice slice of pizza… None of it sounds good. What you really want, and you can smell it nearby, is…
BRAINS! Did you say that or just think it? You aren’t really sure, but man, you could go for some brains right now.
What do you do?
Head toward the smell of brains.
Brains? Gross. I am not eating brains.
In your mouth, the dirt tastes like grainy ash. You are pretty sure that you aren’t buried in ash, but you realize that you are buried. Why didn’t you get a coffin? Good thing you didn’t get a coffin. You stretch your arm up making a path through the dirt. You stretch your other arm up. You wriggle, slide and pull your way toward the top of the earth. Your hand bursts through the earth, and you lift yourself out of a recently dug plot of soil.
You look around, and the hunger hits you so hard. You can smell the food nearby and it takes all of your willpower not to run toward it. You think of all the things that you could eat – spinach, broccoli, milk and cookies, ice cream, cake, grilled cheese, Doritos, steak, chocolate bar, a nice slice of pizza… None of it sounds good. What you really want, and you can smell it nearby, is…
BRAINS! Did you say that or just think it? You aren’t really sure, but man, you could go for some brains right now.
What do you do?
Head toward the smell of brains.
Brains? Gross. I am not eating brains.
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