Conflicted Zombie

I am a troubled zombie.  Not supposed to have any thought, only cravings for human flesh, particularly brains.  Troubling something buried deep within me, is the question, Why does scorn, violence, and compulsion come so easily?   How can I be experiencing any cognitive dissonance when I have so little cognition left?  But a powerful inner voice that will not be silenced tells me that I belong on the side of light.  I value all that is light and goodness.  Why then, does writing such dark tweets comes so naturally.

This was to have been my Antidote post.  But my zombie mind could not retain the one essential detail of the rule – the 8:00 AM deadline.  I remembered it as 8PM.  Now mid- Sunday afternoon, enthusiastic to re-engage in Twitter versus Zombies, I find I am doomed to be a zombie for eternity – or the next rule change-whichever comes first.

And I did not intend to become a zombie in the first place.  OK, I admit, “After a night’s troubled sleep, I jump back into the fray and defy the loathsome horde.  A Pox upon all your undead houses!” was kind of asking for trouble.  But I had my defense all planned.  Before posting, I had my next tweet already copied into memory. I pasted, “I #dodge you, foul fiend, and leave a #picsafe pan of freshly sizzled bacon to distract other mindless #tvsZ zombies” as soon as the first was tweeted.  My downfall was that I had to attach an image and type the twitter handle of the first zombie who bit me.  (should have gone with a reply) With image attached I was at 152 characters, now had to quickly decide which derogatory adjectives to delete.  (should have realized that 22 chrs to spare wouldn’t cover a handle and link) Of course, during such a long delay I got a second bite, and my strategy went down in flames.  And here’s the kicker.  I had already planned out such a clever #safezone across the river from an old graveyard and downstream from a healing spring.

So here I am, stuck on the dark side.  Now, will my desire to engage win out over my revulsion at what I have become.  I see some #nvzc (non-violent zombie coalition) tweets.   Perhaps I can be a “vegetarian” zombie.  If Edward Cullen could do it, why not me?