Do the Zombie

I am waiting to turn into a flesh-eating zombie. I am holding my breath. And it’s not just me. No. It’s your coworker. It’s your best friend. It’s your roommate.

There is something rotten in the city of New York.

There is something viral at least, and it’s claimed too many victims. The symptoms are, well, somewhat symptomless. Mostly it’s a feeling of utter exhaustion coupled with aches and pains. You feel like you’ve been hit by a cross-town bus. You fall asleep at work. Your head feels heavy and your sinuses are somewhat full, but there’s barely any sneezing, and no runny nose to speak of. But you can’t move. You lie in bed with your clothes on, the lights off, praying for an October snow day to skip work.

Everyone has it. It’s going around.

Pretty soon we’ll all be zombies. Let this serve as proof that I never meant to eat your flesh. My bad.


One response to “Do the Zombie

  1. This post made me think of this:

    “We’re not unreasonable. I mean, no one is gonna eat your eyes.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s