Zombie
It is dark
The streets are rain slicked and deserted
Thunder rumbles overhead
Promising yet another downpour
A few cars are seen driving past
As a lonely figure walks almost with calculated steps
One feet before the other
Same pace, unhurriedly
Same pace, mechanically
She is dressed scantily
A pair of bum shorts and a halter top
The rain starts to fall, abruptly
Her gait still isn’t hastened
Her eyes are fixed in a stare
Unblinking and uncaring for she is stoned
Shot so high she doesn’t realise she is soaked
She continues without thought down the road
Totally zombied
So sad. I thought she was a zombi zombi until she was a being high zombie. So many lives wasted.
Another one gone the way of the needle.
I love the intrigue at the beginning, is it a real zombie, then dressed
scantily alerted me a little, we may not be talking of the undead here.
Then you realise the zombied is not a real zombie. I love the buildup.
It is a great piece.