A Zombie's Thoughts to All Who Wronged Him

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The faces flashed before my face, they were sharp, angular, round. They appeared in swirls of colors, ranging from vibrant blood red to electric blueberry to a shade of highlighter caution yellow. The strobe lights gave a seizure like effect to the eyes. It became complete with the over blaring of the techno-tronic bass and the high soprano beeping of a synthesizer wailing like a person with second degree burns over the metal-based speakers. Each person in the room had a vice of sorts, an addiction that made them unique, while at the same time, it was like ripping the very carbon from their building blocks of life apart into alien substances.

I had never seen the sights before, and the very overload of it was a shock the senses. I held the hand in mine slightly tighter; as Johnny looked down to grin his buck-toothed, too wide smile. The people had faces all different, and yet were so similar, the screamed “Pod People” to me. The emotions were all lost in the torrent of melody over the speakers. Once the song ended little smiles, little glimpses, little sips of the red plastic cups that were associated with alcohol were shared amongst the strangers who were gathered for only one purpose, to partake in the merriment and party.

Johnny was my best friend for nearly all my life. We grew up together and he was so close to me, he knew every cut and bruise I had. His mother always wanted a daughter, and she was only ever blessed with twin boys. Jonathan and James, who went by his middle name Anthoney, were her gifts, but she always longed for that little girl. In a way, she treated me as her own in the way she was always there when I needed her and bought me clothes and other daily necessities. The night before the party, his mother d...

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...my best friend/boyfriend took advantage of me while I was passed out, from his ex-girlfriend, by the way.

To all of you who wronged me, I am a zombie. The infection spread to me, as it encroached on their lives, it encroached and snuffed me up into it evil clutches of doom and despair. How low am I pushed, until I fall down and die too? Everyone of those faces are people that are left behind, and here they gather in their war territories, plotting with their weapons of destruction, and roam party to party, just like Johnny, walking around dead and blind. Blind, for they cannot see what they have become, and what they wanted to suck me into. I can be in the clutches, in the midst. No zombies linger here.

Works Cited
"ZOMBIE Lyrics - PRETTY RECKLESS." Song Lyrics. N.p., n.d. Web. 7 Jan. 2010. .

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