My Zombie Family (MZF) BL

'Partially Human'

It was the early rise of dawn when Noah awoke to the sun's warming rays enveloping his face. The light swept in from the window blinding and urging him to get up. Once again another insignificant day in their small quaint village. Like all the others, the morning had been uneventful.

 Noah folded his blankets and went to the washroom to rinse his face. His reflection stared back at him, a grim reminder of his reality. In truth, Noah didn't want to accept himself. He didn't want to accept that inevitably he was now a monster. He never chose to be a zombie, none of them did. And yet, that was what they were, what they HAD to accept. For Noah, this reality was no exception. It was a cold truth he forced himself repeatedly to accept. Noah often felt that if he hadn't blinded himself to such truth, he wouldn't have believed he was once a human in his life. To accept the monster he became to preserve the humanity he once held. It conflicted Noah endlessly. 

Wiping his face with a dry towel he shoved his thoughts away and set about his morning tasks. The village was known to be often uneventful, quiet, and mundane. If an outsider were to approach their village they would think it to be lifeless. But it wasn't the lack of life that gave the village its unsettling stillness, it was the absence of human drive. They lacked what humans took for granted every day. Enolla had always flaunted about how they were different from other Zombies.

Enolla's zombies didn't crave human flesh or any food for that matter. Her creations lacked the taste buds so cooking or simple pleasures like fishing were useless to them. They also lacked the motivation to think for themselves or do things outside their comfort zone, making them somewhat 'mindless' and 'void'.  Especially when they first gain their freedom from experimentation. Manon was always the first to try to resuscitate their minds. He would teach them words, encourage exploration of different kinds, and help them settle down back into their little society. Zombies were known to be empty husks that acted on instinct, but for Enolla to experiment and turn them into abominations; Akin to a mix of a human and monster confused Noah on her true motives.  

Enolla didn't care whether her creations lacked life, instead, she embraced it. In her eye, if a creation was due to failure then that was what they were. A failure, no need to change or improve it. She never gave them a second glance nor considered them anything other. Her role was merely to experiment and drop it off for Manon to pick up the pieces when she was done. Noah was different though, he was the only one who she considered a success. She would've been able to explore her findings more if it hadn't been for Noah's opposition. Which she surprisingly respected and carried on with her work. If she couldn't get him to open up to her, she'd just make another success like him.

For the other Zombies, they held a deep respect for Enolla. From the moment they arose they only knew her beliefs and ways. Like a child imprinting on its mother, their world revolved around Enolla. Whether it be endless torture or a newfound freedom, they were grateful that she brought them back to life. Despite forgetting everything from their past, the ideal human emotion WAS to be grateful, which she engraved into them. Although their village life was bleak and uneventful, the villagers saw the good in a caged life. 'Uneventful means no danger' as Manon would repeat while Enola would establish the thought to her creations. And because Enola is all they remember, they naturally obeyed and listened to her, which frustrated Noah.

Noah believed there had to be more to life than the bleak existence Enolla had condemned them to. They were once humans full of hopes, dreams, and desires, but she meddled in their lives and turned them into monsters. Only to be looked upon with horror and to be hunted by those they once loved. As humans, they clung desperately to their cherished emotions and memories. The feelings of love and regret, the motivation to be greater than what they were, the drive to connect and prosper. They all had things they loved even in their final moments, but had their lives been meaningless? Were all they had created and hoped for ultimately worthless, sacrificed for the sake of Enolla's cold ambition? And when they didn't meet her expectations, she discarded them like they were nothing. As if their existence had never mattered.