Without wanting to sound like a sixties hippy who believes in flower power and peace and love to mankind. Let me just come out and say this, I’m going to be blunt, of course I am, aren’t I always.
We’re all zombies. Think about it, a zombie, by definition is this;
[ ˈzämbē ]
Noun: zombie · plural noun: zombies
a corpse said to be revived by witchcraft, especially in certain African and Caribbean religions.
synonyms: living dead · undead · walking dead · soulless corpse
a person who is or appears lifeless, apathetic, or completely unresponsive to their surroundings.
a computer controlled by another person without the owner’s knowledge and used for sending spam or other illegal or illicit activities.
a tall mixed drink consisting of several kinds of rum, liqueur, and fruit juice.
Okay, so ignoring the last one, because there is no way I can put a spin on any of us being a rum cocktail, no matter how much I want to or how hard I try. That’s just not going to work. But, the rest works, and hopefully you’ll see where I’m going with this without thinking I’m completely crazy.
All of us.
Each and every one of us. We’re slaves to life, to work, to money, to jobs, to family, and so on. A zombie is just a simplified version of us. (Well of course they are, they’re the dead ones, right!) They’re slaves to food, or more importantly to the act of feeding, since they don’t actually gain (that I’m aware of, any doctors are free to be more accurate if they choose) any nutritional value from eating human flesh, or brain. They’re like one of the seven deadly sins personified.
Zombies are the gluttony of the deadly sins.
They live to feed. They don’t feed to live, unlike us. They don’t need it, they want it. They crave it, and they don’t try to fight it, even at the mercy of their own loved ones, they don’t fight it. It’s a primal urge I guess, and one that they can’t ignore. Just like when you go out and buy donuts from the store, or you buy takeout because you’re craving those greasy noodles, or that cold beer that you’re drinking right now, the one you don’t need, but you want it, and so…you have it. You don’t need those things, you choose to have them. You choose to let that craving take hold of you and control you.
You’re a zombie as much as a zombie is a zombie.
The definition of a human is this;
[ ˈ(h)yo͞omən ]
of, relating to, or characteristic of people or human beings:
of or characteristic of people as opposed to God or animals or machines, especially in being susceptible to weaknesses:
“they are only human, and therefore mistakes do occur”
synonyms: mortal · flesh and blood · fallible · weak · frail · imperfect ·
vulnerable · susceptible · erring · error-prone · physical · bodily · fleshly
of or characteristic of people’s better qualities, such as kindness or sensitivity:
“the human side of politics is getting stronger”
synonyms: compassionate · humane · kind · considerate ·
understanding · sympathetic · tolerant · approachable · accessible
noun: human · plural noun: humans
a human being, especially a person as distinguished from an animal or (in science fiction) an alien.
synonyms: person · human being · personage · mortal ·
member of the human race · man · woman · individual · soul · living soul · being · Homo sapiens · earthling
Now go read the zombie definition again. Yeah, go on. I’ll wait here why you do…
Did you see? The difference between them and us is that we’re weak.
We make choices every day in life, on what we eat, and where we go, what we’ll wear, and how kind or how much of an asshole we’re going to be. I said earlier that zombies were the simplified version of humans. But now that I think about it more, maybe we’re the simplified version of them.
Zombies are primal and basic. They eat. They walk. They growl. They’re angry and violent. There’s no mistaking what you’re going to be getting with a zombie.
But humans, we’re different altogether. You never know what you’re going to get with us. We’re fickle, shallow, vain, obnoxious, weak, plus a whole host of other things. We eat to feed our fragile bodies, to nurture ourselves, but we also feed out of greed.
It sounds like maybe we’re the more primitive form, and not them.
To me, it sounds like maybe we’re the zombies after all.
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