I’d been expecting the zombies all my life. They used to be called Communists. Before that Nazis. Then we called them Squares. And after that Conservatives. Church goers were zombies for a while. Anyone who didn’t go to university and become an intellectual was obviously a zombie. I just got around to knowing they were corporations later in life. I figured they were police and jailers and politicians and judges. Anyone other than what my group thought was okay had to be a zombie.
There were always us and them. Then it was just me and them. Then I wondered if I was a zombie. We become what we fear. I was mighty afraid of zombies. So how come I wasn’t well. Everyone around me was walking funny. They weren’t biting people but they were eating flesh in church and worshiping the killers in the wars. Everyone was selling guns and drugs.
I was ready for the zombies. I wasn’t ready for my being one.