There
is a zombie I know, blabber mouth that guy. He likes to blabber; nay blabbering
is all he does. Probably he is blabbering right now somewhere. Anyways, this
guy starts telling me the story of the time he talked to the moon.
Now
see, to be lovey dovey is actually not in the nature of us zombies. We are
straight forward and to an extent selfless people. Ya! We are selfless and we
are people! You know why we run up to the humans every time we see them? Our
intention is not to kill and consume them initially. We want to tell “Kill us!
Kill us please! We are bored of this life!” It is just that your inability to
kill us pisses us off and we finally eat you. If it feels any better we savour
you! You guys are tasty! Your guts are like noodles to us. Your brain is like gello, God, I love gello!
The only things I like more than eating the brain is the salty blood, it’s like
tomato soup. There are couple of guys who actually cooled the blood and found
out a way to carbonate it. It’s our version of Fanta! Bloody brilliant!
Ahem!
But let’s not get carried away. I was telling you about this blabber mouth who
told me that he talked to the moon. Now, as you might have read in the afore
mentioned paragraph, that we are not a lovey dovey bunch and this seemed a bit
romantic to me. So, when this guy comes up and tells me this, I took it
seriously. In some ways more seriously than a human would have taken it. You
know because we are not a lovey dovey bunch, Humans have it in excess so seem
not to give a damn about it. In our world it is a scarce resource, perhaps if
you think of oil you’ll be able to understand the feeling I am trying to
express.
So
anyway, this guy starts telling me the story. It seems one day he just couldn’t
sleep (can happen if you eat a dumb brain), so he went for a stroll. There was
this playing ground nearby and he was going round and round.
Suddenly
somebody asked him “What are you doing?”
“Who?”
he asked
“Me
the Moon”
“Ah!
You Moon” he said
“You
seem surprised! Haven’t you noticed me before?” Moon said
“No,
it’s not that. I did notice you, who would not notice you? It is just that I
never thought you would talk to me. I always thought you are for humans” He
said
“There
is a difference between being a human and termed as human” Moon said
“So,
what’s up? I mean not that I don’t know you are up, I mean what’s going on?” He
said
“Nothing
much, but why are you going round and round?” Moon said
“Can’t
sleep” He said
“Let’s
talk” Moon said
And
this guy then starts explaining how they talked for hours. The Moon was just
too damn charming for our fella here. He said now he understands why all
vampires, werewolves, ghosts and all sorts of creatures that humans hate, find
haven in night. It’s not the dark, it’s the moon. Moon makes them feel
comfortable, moon makes them feel that they are not alone; moon makes them feel
that they are not pathetic.
He fell
quite after this and we shared a moment of silence. I could feel what he means.
You see pathetic people do pathetic things not because they are pathetic but
because they are sick and tired of the people judging them. They want to do these things perhaps on some
level to piss the gentry off and on another level they want to travel deep into
their dungeons and see what monster is locked in it. You’d be surprised to hear
that there is more chance of finding a teddy bear than a monster inside!
Because there isn’t a monster. They are not bad people. They are lovable
adorable inside. But then who gives a damn and hence the pathetic facade.
Anyways
after the silence, I asked what happened then? He said, the sun came out and we
bid adieu till another night. That was a good night.
