“On the road
again.”
Frogger*
#quote
Today I met
with Squark, Lord of the Penguins. He has agreed to not wage war with
our people and has put away his nuclear fins. I rest easy knowing
that we will not go into conflict with them. Anyway onto the flash
fiction!
The Clown
Zombie
Like normal
humans, zombies need jobs to support themselves. Can't very well
attack people for flesh or we'd be dead very quickly. (Common
misconception that we only eat brains or people) It's much better to
just buy meat. Staying indoors is not the best life and its difficult
to live and do a job completely indoors. A non-social, lonely
existence is a draining one.
However I have
found an occupation that easily gives me the excuse to go outdoors
and wear an extremely large amount of makeup to cover all my
deterioration. The wonderfully cheerful occupation of clown,mimes or
other similar performers. I found through my years that about 20% of
these occupations contain my kind. Over the years I have made many
friends, of living and dead.
Many circus
owners are necromancers and it is quite the “industry secret”. I
feel inclined to share since no one would believe you anyway.
Discover proof of a zombie and a necromancer would soon be after to
take your memories.
I learned that
the hard way since I told the truth to someone outside the
occupation. A dear friend of mine. I'll leave his name undisclosed to
keep him safe from the same kind of thing again. I thought it would
be fine to tell him. After all that time he spent watching our shows,
apparently a lover of many forms of entertainment. He chose to watch
movies, read books, see plays and find every single kind of nook and
cranny of performance type and watch it several times over. He wrote
about them and considered a magic show, my comedy performances with
my troop, and a movie all forms of expression.
He worked so
hard on so many of analysis of his work and was respected among those
interesting circles of critics and people read his website now and
again. Not a big name but certainly added to the pool of insight in
the world.
But I revealed
our secret, the existence of the undead, and the necromancers needed
to take of the problem. I didn't understand what would happen. His
memories of me and my existence vanished. Years of his personal
insight and life were mangled as the necromancers replaced it with
generic memories.
I could try to
tell myself I didn't do much since much of his work didn't have to
with me. But I knew since he referenced when he saw my little clown
troop do its show in his other work or in his own mind to other
memories I knew a ripple effect forced the necromancers to alter much
more of his memories. I didn't think, and I hurt him because of it.
If I'm lucky,
he'll become a zombie and I can apologize.
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