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Notes of a suicidal Zombie

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Notes of a suicidal Zombie:

I know I'm not alive anymore. I am just a reanimated corpse who can't even talk.  It's not that I don't try to talk; do you hear my moaning? It's my way of trying to communicate. Unfortunately, my tongue muscles and all my other soft tissue have already decomposed. I am just a bag of bones (and decomposing flesh) that walks during the night of the living dead. I'm not some scary monster…

Okay, so I eat brains but that whole brain-eating thing wasn't entirely my idea. The fates played a crass joke on me. They were bored so they damned me with this insatiable hunger for human soft tissue. I don't even like those brains since majority of my victims are empty-headed idiots who have nothing better to do than think about what shade of lipstick suits them or who's dating who. I don't need that information and I don't appreciate that kind of junk food.  But, like a druggie who needs his heroine fix I need to eat those damn brains.

I'm tired of the whole good and evil dichotomy. Why won't anyone hear me out? Humans aren't the goody two shoes everyone sets them out to be. Just because they're weak doesn't mean they're good. Hell, they are the root cause of my existence anyway. Scream in terror my ass, I am the one who should be terrified. I have no memories; no way of communicating and a guy with and axe keeps chasing me and chopping me up. I don't bleed but it still hurts when you cut me.

I wish I could just sleep (if not just die already) since I don't appreciate the chaos I am forced to go through during the night of the living dead. Everyone is so loud. Interrupting my peaceful slumber to order me to wreck havoc on the village, petty humans. Do you think you can control us? Sorry to break it to you honey but we aren't picky eaters. If we were, do you think we'd be eating your kind at all? Heed my warning, if you start a zombie apocalypse you're going to go down with the rest of them.

Death is easier than this kind of existence. Sweet death won't you come and bestow eternal sleep upon me? My journey as an undead is to seek you and perpetual rest.
Lol I wrote this for class. It's a pretty light piece, please tell me what you think since I don't really write a lot so it would really help if you could point out things I can improve. Thanks :D
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