{"id":10019,"date":"2013-01-27T20:51:54","date_gmt":"2013-01-28T01:51:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=10019"},"modified":"2013-01-27T20:54:56","modified_gmt":"2013-01-28T01:54:56","slug":"sunday-26","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.unreality.net\/weblog\/?p=10019","title":{"rendered":"Sunday"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Today I wrote my morning pages, a page of my short story, and in between this with my free-writing group:<\/p>\n

Edward had only been dead for a week when the whole world ended. He was tempted to tell Bill — this was his buddy, who he hung outside the compound gates with most every night — that he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been a zombie before everybody else was doing it, before it became cool. But Edward knew the only thing worse than one of the shambling, flesh-eating undead was one who was also an annoying hipster. And so he kept his mouth shut.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been Patient Zero or anything, anyway. He knew that guy, and he<\/i> was a dick.<\/p>\n

But still, sometimes, it sort of bugged him. Like, he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d only just gotten the hang of the whole flesh-eating thing last Thursday, felt like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d really gotten a handle on it as he was ripping off that accountant\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s meaty forearm, and then suddenly the whole city was over-run with these glassy-eyed, blood-spattered doofuses gurgling things like \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Arrrrggg, braaaiiinnss…\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Like you were even going to find<\/i> brains on any given day. Sure, that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s what zombies said in all those dumb old movies, but had any of these jackasses actually tried cracking open a human skull? Easier said than done, my friend, especially with your hand-to-eye coordination shot to hell and the only thought running through your own head the aching, unending hunger. Edward hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t had anybody to show him<\/i> the ropes, had gone a whole week just trying to muddle his way through. He could have been picked off at any time. This was back when there was still an army, before they too had succumbed to the plague — not like now, when all you had to worry about were a few scattered militias, maybe some crack shot atop the compound wall. But these folks, this compound? You didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even have to worry about that much. Most of them would be lucky if they even knew which end to hold a gun, had just been lucky enough to barricade themselves in before the onslaught. That was why Bill was here, and hell, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s why Edward was here, too. Easy pickings. But Edward was just old enough — or rather his condition was old enough — to remember when that hadn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t been true.<\/p>\n

Kids these days.<\/p>\n

And then there were all these dumb rumors about a cure. About some guy, from some village in China. It was all pretty vague. The guards from the compound talked — when they weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t saying things like \u00e2\u20ac\u0153die, zombie, die!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d or firing blindly into the woods — but even they weren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t clear about the details. Some guy, some place. It was slim hope, but Edward supposed that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s all anybody had left. The guards said this guy had gotten through, been on one last planes into the U.S. before they grounded them all. Before the airports were overrun like everywhere else. And if that wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t crazy-talk enough, they said he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d gotten through because he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d made a cure, was here working with the government — some government, whatever government was left. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d saved that village from infection — saved half of China, if you believed half of the talk — and now he was here. A saint in the city, walking among us.<\/p>\n

Edward didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t believe it. But it might be nice, the more that he thought about it, the more he mulled it over in his zombified head. A cure might be exactly what he needed. After all, a cure would<\/i> get rid of a few of these brain-eating morons. And then he could get back to the work at hand. The rest of that accountant wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t going to last him through winter.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

It just a writing kind of day.<\/p>\n

I also watched some episodes of The Muppet Show<\/i> and Supernatural<\/i>, stopped by the public library, and did the Sunday crossword. Good times.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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