“I'm on the fence.”
Humpty Dumpty* #quote
Don't forget that 99% of percentages aren't 1%. 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 or a bizarre transformation.
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 one 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 creative 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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