Zombies

It had been a while since the zombies had taken over. There was some fighting against it but in the end they just replicated far too easily. No one was really sure what made someone become a zombie, it just sort of happened. It wasn’t transferred by zombie bites like the movies. It had crept up on us really. First a few people just seemed to be acting a little weird, dropping out of work, getting really anti social and there was a minor spike in violent crimes at night. Originally the zombies kept a low profile at least until they reached a critical mass that let them take over. Then they came out in force. Everywhere that use to feel like home to me has now become theirs. For the most part they leave me alone. The great zombie plague hadn’t taken the form of running gun battles by desperate survivors although there had been a few of those. Most of the take over was all one sided. More and more zombies just turned up on the streets and noone did anything about it. There was no un-deadness, the zombies could be killed, although it took a bit to stop them once they got started. During the day the zombies shuffled around the streets in a relatively placid way. You could almost feel sorry for them the way they mindlessly walked the streets looking at objects they couldn’t fully understand. I could see that they recognized objects but a crucial part of their cognitive process was missing. They would pick up things they found on the street and make piles. Eventually they would get frustrated and smash the piles they had made. It made me think of small children smashing their toys on the ground.

It wasn’t until the sun went down that they became dangerous. At night they would form up into packs and run through the streets looking for people like me or even other zombies that were in groups too small to defend themselves. If you have ever seen a documentary where the chimpanzees that kill other monkeys it was a lot like that. Lots of screaming, running after some terrified creature. Chimpanzees start coming from all directions. Eventually they capture their quarry and then there is blood, tearing and more screaming. Then it all goes relatively quiet while they sit around in a group eating what they have caught in the messiest and nosiest way possible.