As a child, I wanted to be the first man on Mars.
I learned, as I grew, that this was unfeasible. I adjusted.
I did musical theatre, comedy, and wrote. It wasn’t what I’d wanted as a child, but I’d put aside childish things.
I loved what I was doing. I was satisfied.
In the early days of the outbreak, I was bitten, and infected.
No more theatre, comedy or writing. Now I try to sate my hunger for human flesh.
But like childish things before, I’ve put aside human things. I love the new things I’m doing.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Satisfaction, Short story, Zombie, Zombies
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