I Heart Zombie Part Two

Now it's not so crazy, is it? Is it so bad that I've fallen victim to this dangerous love? There's been worse cases. Stupid Lenore's parents thought it was a good idea to have a kid.

Okay that was out of line. But maybe if she would let me love who I do, I wouldn't be so hostile!

It's not their fault an infection caused most of their brains to shut down, and the only thing they have left is the will to stay alive which usually gives them a bad image.

The next day, I broke a big rule. I left the city to go to an abandon library 1/3 of a mile out of the northern safety wall. I needed something to read and the school reading was not cutting it. I couldn't get my mind off my new found love.

So I grabbed a book about theology of the living dead. It was a pre-war book, and some of the pages were really messed up. Turns out the idea of the living dead started out in a continent called Africa (which I found out the next day at school, is the old New France Republic.) They came from a religion of sorcery called Voodoo were a "witchdoctor" would resurrect a "zombi" (a person who was once dead, which they have brought back) to do their bidding.

Over time, cultures changed the zombi into almost what they are today. Eventually they became know as "Zombies" who fed on flesh, blood, and specifically brains. Nearly half a century ago, the pop culture turned them into these horrible creatures, not completely indifferent from a city rat.

But the original concept is the one I believe in. Except the zombie (or zombi) is the one that resurrected my heart from the dead. It is now in his control, and I to do as he pleases.


Come back soon, I'll have the last 2 paragraphs for you... The ending.