"The Second Going" by Yeets

   

 The Second Going

        By Yeets

   Buffering and refreshing in the widening gyre   

   The vote cannot hear the voice;

   Things fall apart; the center is naught to behold;

   Monetized anarchy is loosed upon the world,

   The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   

   Innocence is drowned in the ceremony;

   The best convictions lack all passion, while the worst   

   Are full of intensity.

   Surely some adumbration is at hand;

   Surely the Second Going is at hand.   

   The Second Going! Hardly are those words out   

   When a vast image out of Simulatum Mundi

   Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert   

   A shape with lion body and the head of a human,   

   A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,   

   Is slowly moving its thighs, while all about it   

   Reel shadows of the ignorant desert birds.   

   The darkness drops again; but now I know   

   That twenty-one centuries of stony sleep

   Were vexed by a nightmare hand rocking the cradle,   

   And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,   

   Slouches towards Bethlehem.com to be born?

Dry Bones - philosophical zombie flash fiction.

I found this. I hope it is non-human.

The sun drifts untouched across its sky as birds fly beneath it unaware or uncaring of the changed world beneath them. Morning has again followed night. Survival has again followed fighting. Another day alive on a world with millions of pale, putrid eyes searching without pause for the few clear ones left. 

How many more days like this? you wonder. The massive horde of undead has shambled past you for over two hours. You listen to every faltering step and scratchy moan trying to guess if your hiding spot was discovered. It sounds like the flow is thinning, but you don’t dare look. One misplaced footfall would call down a rending flood of tooth and nail. A year? Five years? Twenty? One day old age will catch you, even if the dead don’t. More likely they will team up with injury and sickness to finally end you. Either way, death is all that awaits you at the end of your struggles. A small chuckle escapes you. It wasn’t waiting for me before all this? That much, at least, hadn’t changed. It was cold comfort, but some comfort is always better than none. Yet, the thought behind it all would not be silenced: what now, what tomorrow? Survival is not living. Drawing breath was not the same as being alive. 

Your enemy is unburdened by such thoughts. Their philosophy is simple and enviously complete:  Consume or Convert. It’s the clarity one would expect from the simplistic strength of a virus. It was a virus, right? You heard that from the early reports of the first outbreak. Seemed logical enough at the time, but it yielded so many unanswered questions afterward it was an explanation almost not worth having at all. A virus from where, for starters. And why? Most people you encountered (those who didn’t covet your provisions like the dead coveted your body) didn’t care about the how. 

“Cat’s out of the bag. Too late to care about where the bag came from.” they said.

Maybe. But the knowing, to you, of ‘how’ was important. The balance of how/why you could not shake. Something so big should have an equally large why, right? 

Right?

The Zombie Alphabet

A is for Appetite awoken by death
B is for Bat swung to save your last breath
C is for Corpse clawing at your back door
D is for Duct Tape used to even the score
E is for Electricity lost to discord
F is for Family hidden far from the horde
G is for Grave that lost its tight grip
H is for Headshot fired hot from the hip
I is for infection that spreads like the wind
J is for Jail keeps them out but you it keeps in
K is for Kindness not lost in the fray
L is for Lure drawing zombies away
M is for Military down but not out
N is for Nails hammered to keep dead things out
O is for Outbreaks spreading too fast to cope
P is for Preppers still stocked-up on hope
Q is for Quiver emptied in vain
R is for Rest to try to stay sane
S is for Salvation just out of your reach
T is for The Turned crawling up on the beach
U is for Underground forced to flee to in despair
V is for Victim who was caught unaware
W is for Walkers whose origins are unclear
X is for X-Mas has been cancelled this year
Y is for You choosing not fear, but to act
Z is for Zombie once fiction now fact

 

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