Closer they move, the town is ahead.. Lights, music, noise, and warmth eminates from every corner, every street. The hunger only intensifies as the bodies feel the closeness to which they have come. To feed.. to fill that driving ache deep inside. To nurish a want they cannot define.. it drives them ever onward. Soles of shoes scrape against the ground.. broken and ripped the rocks dig into the feet. No pain, no physical pain is ever felt here. Only the sharp need buried deep inside.
Hands reach out and a moan starts. It rises from the depths of a being that is so old, even time cannot place them.. An eerie sound as it vibrates through the night.. melodic in a sick demented way. The bodies sway, the town arises.. the smells of overindulgance, and merriment permient the air.. the sounds of gossip and mean spirited jokes mingle with that of the loving compliments and heartfelt sighs.. but they cannot feel those. They move closer..
A few bodies lay on the forest floor.. too battered to move on.. the hunger is still there, but has dulled with dissapation. The ones that moved head on into the night, blindly being pulled by the force of life have reached the destination.. While the others will lay in wait to feast upon whatever happens upon them.. the strong ones will forge on into a place they have no knowledge of.. They may yet succumb to the decay of their bodies.. they may fall and end their pitiful lives, or they may find what they need and feast upon, which will satisfy the hunger that rips through their being.
We all have zombies inside us.. it is the test of how strong we are as to whether we can satisfy the hunger for life.. or if we should give up and hopefully life will find us.. So go eat some brains
