“Is it me, or
is it cold in here?”
John Spartan,
Demolition Man* #quote
What do you call
a dumb soft drink? So-duhhhh...anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Zombie
Reasoning
When the zombie
outbreak started people didn't question where it came from. Perhaps
they should have to understand the pattern of the horde. The zombies
attacked not only people but other living beings. Animals and plants.
When they bit humans the humans turned to their kind, when they
touched plants or animals some sort of strange effect would change it
into some sort of mutation of itself. Often it would crystallize or
turn to something like amber. The zombies would take what they
changed and pile it up in various ways before moving on to make more
zombies. The fruitless battle against the zombies made people wonder
about the undead's actions while they fled from them. The zombies,
fed on the few creatures that didn't change to crystal, reproduced by
converting others to their kind, and stacked the various creatures
and plants they changed into substances.
People only
understood the zombie's reasoning behind their actions when they
became on themselves. They were all creating art, or the closest
thing they could to art, out of the various things they transformed.
A pillar of crystallized animals served as a sculpture in the zombie
mind. This all came from the first person in the zombie outbreak. A
test subject in the lab that created the virus. An aspiring artist
who's artist subconscious became transmitted along with the zombie
plague.
After the
plague covered the Earth all that remained from humanity were
decaying buildings along with the undead and their art.
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