“What would
you do for a Klondike Bar?”
The Fast And The Furious* #quote
Today I had junk food. You'd think we'd all stop eating it after we
started calling it “junk” food. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Zombie's Trodding
I trod. I trod. I trod. I'm not mindless. There's some thought left
in this body. Though the desire to eat brains probably comes from the
desire for more thoughts. When I eat brains I get the thoughts. I
become human again. I get the memories and minds of those victims in
me for even a few fleeting moments. But soon my body finishes
consuming the brain and my consciousness becomes more basic. Back to
being not mindless, but only have enough thoughts to desire more, and
desiring the humanity I had when alive. Though all I can do is
imitate it by consuming others. I wish I could know if I had a
family. Or what my job was like. Or my hobbies. My only option is to
eat every kind of brain there is and experience every life so could
know all the kinds of things I could have what experienced during my
living life.
But will my undead body last that long? As I walk with the other
undead I see living people with guns loading their weapons. And then
they take aim. And then they fire.
My rotting limbs fall to the ground and my head rolls off my torso
and into a hole. I wish I could remember my life from before so it
could flash before my eyes.
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