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Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
living in slavery
2004-02-01
A gathering of zombies. They all were pale-blue-dead, scraggly hair, looking very much zombie-ish. There was a family of zombies who were overseeing this gathering, or rather scaring off the other zombies. The woman was in charge, but her husband seemed to be the fearsome one. He'd died, I assumed, of drowning, and water spewed from his mouth fairly constantly. This was disconcerting to the other zombies and they fled. As they did so, however, one of the zombie family (a son?) grabbed a young woman zombie before she could leave. The matron of the family told her that she was going to be made alive, something they only did to create the family's slaves. They teased her a while before turning her into a living human. It was very upsetting for her. She didn't understand being alive. I was another of the family's slaves, and had been for a while, so I took the newly alive woman under my wing. She was frightened and confused. We went on a walk, avoiding zombies everywhere. At one point she turned to me in fear and told me Gollum was on her back. I responded bemusedly and looked inside her shirt. I chuckled because it was the tag scratching her. I started to pick the stitches that held it in, telling her it'd be fine. While I was removing the tag, suddenly we were approached by a man. He was eccentrically dressed, in red and tweed, something out of the late 19th/early 20th century. He was about to pass us by, avoiding contact, when I reached out my hand to his, "We're alive!" He started and felt the warmth of my flesh, and then looked at me with surprise and glee. He told us he would return. We were hanging out on a giant bed, but uncomfortable. There were so many zombies. They were driving their old-fashioned automobiles by, all black and roaring. We knew if we were caught out, we would be harassed, or worse. The bed we were on was flipped, and we hid behind it, as zombies came and looked for us, prodding and poking. They removed the bed and we were sure we were lost. The man came again, and led us away. He confessed to us his plans to overthrow the zombies, escape their grasp. He told us traditional war was useless, but that he had ideas. We were ready to stand behind him and fight for our freedom.
Last Night :: Every Night :: Tomorrow Night
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