August 11, 2012
This is the third installment of a man. Who has not given us the pleasure of knowing his name (I wanted to Google it). Daddy said he found two more sandwich bags, containing two letters each. Oh joy! They were in a hole at the upper right corner of Daddy's closet . He read all six and said "Somehow I empathize with him." We shouldn't hesitate to let everyone read them. The world needs to know . So with my Daddy's permission we bring to you.The Zombie Apocidemic.
March ?, 2004
Would you believe I've tried reasoning with the desolate souls, of the wondering drones, that fill the world of the conscience. I thought that if reasoning and example might persuade anyone. It might work on them, I was wrong. How can you reason with the unreasonable. How can you educate the numb, the lifeless, the brainless. None the less, I felt as if there were someway to change what was going on. I would find it. I had to take it upon myself to reverse the phrase "one man can not change the world" but, here it was, this massive ball of inevitability. Heading down a steep slope of ignorance. What do you do? Head on? Run away. Not yet, first, I had to blend in somehow. A wise man once said "A person can be intelligent and play stupid, but a person couldn't be dumb and play smart.". Wise words. I have to pull this off......every time I look into their eyes directly, I feel them staring back at me with jealousy. Do I sense a bit of human emotion lingering? Is it that you want to be alive again. Can't find your way? I shouldn't be so quick to judge. After all, they were once apart of the world of the living.
Leaving behind more of the undead in their wake, as they devour the very muscle that keeps us sharp, witty, alive. We weren't raised as warriors or the fighting resistance but, we are now. I have seen people torn apart. Nothing, but a shell of their former selves. The feeling of regurgitation, like a frog in my throat. The stench, the sadness in their eyes. Yet, some have a lost gratification that could not be replaced by anything. Happy to be zombies, I guess. Let's see zombie requirements.
Slow moving time has no meaning. Check
No regard for personal hygiene(of course). Check.
Feeds off of anyone it can. Until, you become one of them. Check.
No train of thought. Can barely complete simple tasks. Check.
No recollection of friends, family, or themselves. Check.
They're not satisfied, until the whole world is under ruin. Check.
They are here people and they aren't going anywhere. We can make a stand or just let this happen.
True this was foreseen, but I wouldn't call it an Apocalypse.
More like, A Zombie Epidemic.
This is the third installment of a man. Who has not given us the pleasure of knowing his name (I wanted to Google it). Daddy said he found two more sandwich bags, containing two letters each. Oh joy! They were in a hole at the upper right corner of Daddy's closet . He read all six and said "Somehow I empathize with him." We shouldn't hesitate to let everyone read them. The world needs to know . So with my Daddy's permission we bring to you.The Zombie Apocidemic.
March ?, 2004
Chapter 3
The Reality
This can't be. I thought I could make my escape, from the walking masses of death. With over 8 million people in New York City. I thought I had seen the worse. Such a large population, for this Apocalypse to run head on with. How could It get any worse, you might add? It was the horror of realizing I had to cut down my own friends and family to survive. I tried to keep telling myself "they won't feel a thing", but it was I, who felt it the most. I escaped what I was not ready to do and made my travels southward to a place named after a county town of
County Louth in Ireland. Situated where the
Castletown River flows into the bay, close to the border
with Northern Ireland and equidistant from Dublin and Belfast. I don't blame you if you haven't heard of it. Few know of Ireland, but this
place was not in Ireland. This place was close to home. Not far at all. A
single road can take you there. It brought me here.Would you believe I've tried reasoning with the desolate souls, of the wondering drones, that fill the world of the conscience. I thought that if reasoning and example might persuade anyone. It might work on them, I was wrong. How can you reason with the unreasonable. How can you educate the numb, the lifeless, the brainless. None the less, I felt as if there were someway to change what was going on. I would find it. I had to take it upon myself to reverse the phrase "one man can not change the world" but, here it was, this massive ball of inevitability. Heading down a steep slope of ignorance. What do you do? Head on? Run away. Not yet, first, I had to blend in somehow. A wise man once said "A person can be intelligent and play stupid, but a person couldn't be dumb and play smart.". Wise words. I have to pull this off......every time I look into their eyes directly, I feel them staring back at me with jealousy. Do I sense a bit of human emotion lingering? Is it that you want to be alive again. Can't find your way? I shouldn't be so quick to judge. After all, they were once apart of the world of the living.
Leaving behind more of the undead in their wake, as they devour the very muscle that keeps us sharp, witty, alive. We weren't raised as warriors or the fighting resistance but, we are now. I have seen people torn apart. Nothing, but a shell of their former selves. The feeling of regurgitation, like a frog in my throat. The stench, the sadness in their eyes. Yet, some have a lost gratification that could not be replaced by anything. Happy to be zombies, I guess. Let's see zombie requirements.
Slow moving time has no meaning. Check
No regard for personal hygiene(of course). Check.
Feeds off of anyone it can. Until, you become one of them. Check.
No train of thought. Can barely complete simple tasks. Check.
No recollection of friends, family, or themselves. Check.
They're not satisfied, until the whole world is under ruin. Check.
They are here people and they aren't going anywhere. We can make a stand or just let this happen.
True this was foreseen, but I wouldn't call it an Apocalypse.
More like, A Zombie Epidemic.
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