Zombie

I was walking across the street. Then I realized they were all zombies. It was always like this, I don’t know why I only just realized. Everyone around me has always been a zombie. Maybe I was always a zombie too. But now I’m no longer a zombie.

It seems so clear! But no one else realizes! I just realized there’s something called life. It’s actually pretty good, I always thought it was bad. I mean, I wasn’t ever supposed to reach for what I wanted. It would only hurt me in the end they said, since we’d just die. Really the best anyone could do was make the end hurt less. If there’s no life, there is no pain. If there is no pain, then you are liberated of the prison that is feeling. I was told this when I was little, so I believed it. Then they injected me, so I wouldn’t age, wouldn’t feel, wouldn’t want, wouldn’t desire. Then there was nothing.

I accidentally stepped in the sun, someone walked into me. I started to feel. I realized the sun renews life. I didn’t want to be alive, it sounded scary. How could I fix it? I didn’t need to fix it though. This didn’t hurt at all. I felt. Life felt happy. It was good. Maybe I actually just turned into a monster that is a feeling human. A freak. Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. I’m alive and that is that. So I’ll just dance in the street for a while. Or maybe I’ll just push some more people into the sun…