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,  it was another insignificant day in their small, quaint village. Like all the others, the morning had been uneventful.

 Noah folded his blanket 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 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, to preserve the humanity he once held. It conflicted with 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 boasted 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. That being, he'd bring them back and reintroduce them into society. In truth, there was no true 'Society'. Not of the normal kind anyway. Manon would merely bring them back to their  (Zombie) society. Even if it had been small.

Zombies were known to be empty husks that acted on instinct, but for Enolla to experiment and turn them into abominations (a mixture of a human and monster) confused Noah about her true motives.  

Enolla didn't care whether her creations lacked life, instead, she embraced it. In her eyes, if a creation was due to failure, 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 than. Her role was merely to experiment and drop it off for Manon to pick up the pieces when she was done. Noah had been different, though. He was the only one she considered a success. She would've been able to explore her findings more if it hadn't been for Noah's opposition. Which, much to his surprise, she respected. After all, if she couldn't get him to open up to her, she'd just make another success like him. That was the mindset she had. 

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 thankful, 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.