Meet The Street - Zombies
Meet the Street
Everyone had a life before.
Hrrrrnng.
Graaaah.
…brains.
(Or whatever they were called before everything got loud.)
Used to have a job. Probably.
Shoes, definitely. Lost one somewhere near a hedge. Very annoying.
Was walking. Then not walking. Then walking again, but badly.
The street smells different now. Smoke. Meat. Something sweet. Biscuits, maybe. Hard to tell. Thinking is tricky these days. Head feels… loose. Like it’s full of bees.
Saw people once. They screamed. I screamed back. Felt rude not to.
Arms heavy. Legs worse. Keep bumping into things. Walls. Doors. Other ones like me. No one says "excuse me" anymore. Society really has collapsed.
Sometimes I think I remember things. Music. A garden. A barbecue. Then it slips away again and I’m just… hungry.
So hungry.
Brains.
Brains?
BRAAAIIINSSSS.
(Still not sure why.)
Anyway.
Still here.
Still wandering.
Everyone had a life before.
…moan.
