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August 23, 2007

Sealyon: Even Zombies Get the Blues

How can I be this hungry? he thought. I died 4 days ago.

And then he would think, How can I be thinking? I died. I remember it. How can I remember it?

And then, How can I be this hungry? Aren’t I dead?

His thoughts chase each other endlessly, always coming back to hunger. Hunger so overpowering that he doesn’t recognize his wife, his parents, his children, or his neighbors as he attacks them with a strange new strength, cracks their egg-like skulls, and gorges on the yolk inside. Finally satisfied.

How can I be hungry? Aren’t I dead?

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October 4, 2007

Sealyon: Zombie Love

How can I be hungry? Aren't I dead?

It's been this way for weeks. His memory fades and returns; all he knows is that he's hungry and dead. Sometimes his mind is briefly awake: he thinks, Where's my family? My wife?

Mercifully, he doesn't remember eating her.

Dimly, he sees people run from him. Once, there was gunfire.

I'm so hungry.

Now he walks with another woman, not his wife; she doesn't run away. They meet a man in the road, wrestle him to the ground, open his skull; their eyes meet over his warm brains.

Finally, someone who understands.

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October 12, 2007

Sealyon: What Happened Next

Daylight is safer, but not safe enough. She can see what looks like a pile of people at the corner. They appear dead, but one can never tell these days. She clicks the safety off her 9mm and walks slowly toward the bodies.

In a darkened doorway, he is still with what passes for sleep. Her smell – blood and life – rouses him. I’m so hungry. Her blonde hair reminds him of something.

One of the bodies raises its torso straight up, an unnatural posture. She calmly fires 5 rounds into its head, too intent to notice him leaving the doorway.

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May 5, 2008

Sealyon: The Monday After

As she sticks her gun in her waistband, he grabs her. The doorway was in her blind spot; she never realized he was there. He's slow, but strong.

Fuck.

He's slow enough that she has time to notice him: he seems pretty fresh, and for a moment he actually looks at her. Weird. They don't look at you, they just chew. Arms pinned to her sides; if he'll shift just for a better grip, she could get the gun.

C'mon, you dumb shit, go for my head.

He does, grabs fistfuls of her hair…

What? Did he just say something?

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June 26, 2008

Sealyon: A Breakthrough

Discipline is what keeps her from freezing. Long days – weeks, months – of wandering the cities on her own, keeping herself safe, and a lot of killing: it's a discipline no less than that of any martial art practice. No less than the soldiers' training, before they also succumbed to the endless tide of walking dead.

Mah…

My God, he did say something. Although her brain screams that it's not possible, she listens. Stops struggling. He stops pulling.

Mah…

Jesus, his breath is disgusting. Breath? On a zombie?

Ree.

Mah. Ree. What the hell? Oh.

She says it out loud: "Marie."

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