I don't even know why they say zombies crave brains. Cracking a skull is no easy task, especially for someone who can't seem to pull up his own pants. It was just an excuse for someone to start making that one cheesy joke everyone now knows. Human zombies aren't as menacing as their reputation. Zombie animals though- they're scary as fuck. Zombie lions, zombie tigers, hell even zombie dogs.
It's funny how in the staircase to death, humor is the only step left standing.
A zombie apocalypse is the last thing I expected to die of. Honestly, drowning in my bathtub because I fell asleep ranks higher. I always figured an outbreak would be contained. All those movies must have taught the most brilliant minds in the country something.
Of course I never thought an outbreak would happen in the first place.
"Do what you need to do to survive" is something I always thought was the best single line to live your life by. Thank god my parents didn't think so.
My mom was a generic badass. She could kill roaches without batting an eyelid. She would flat out refuse to return a ball if it fell in the yard. Once she asked my neighbor to stop playing music at 3 am. He refused. A stereo was magically gifted to my aunt the next day.
She screamed and froze when a zombie came into our home. She whimpered, pleaded and reasoned with it. She shit her pants. She was too weak to pull the trigger on herself when it bit her. "I don't want to die please please" were her last human words.
My dad was never home. He was always around the neighborhood helping others, running errands for people. He always put them over us. Every kid around the block has more memories with my dad that I do. Our house was always open to everyone.
He barred the doors and windows and closed the curtains when it started. And when people banged on our door to be let in, he shot at them.
I saw what fear did to a person. I saw how it could bring out the worst in people. That's the scariest part of an apocalypse. Not the zombies, not the loneliness, the fear. As long as we have 911 to call, food to eat and a roof over our heads, we're the most civilized beings on the planet. Take all that away and you can see why 'Lord of the Flies' isn't so far-fetched after all.
I don't know how it started. All I know is that this isn't something science could understand. This isn't something religion could understand. Guns wouldn't kill them. Nothing could. "The Halloween spirit" I guess. They bit and drooled and grunted and shuffled into our homes and we could do nothing to stop them.
I've always been proud of how I could keep a cool head when the world around me is wrapped in chaos and madness. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a lighter and locked the door.
Fire and food. What a great way to die.
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