“Ahhh You Taste Exquisite”

If he could have said anything it would have been “ahhh you taste exquisite,” or maybe he would have said, “This is delicious.” However, these words were not the ones he chose. “Brraaaiinnss,” left his throat like a sparrow joyfully singing the song of spring; He was truly happy in that moment after his first bite into that brain. Yes, he was a zombie. He never cared that the brain could have belonged to anybody; white, black, Asian, Ethiopian, American, Muslim, Buddhist, Christian, fat, skinny, straight, gay, man, women, old, or young, It didn’t matter. He had his brain, he didn’t want the world. He was content with that brain. But he was not always this way. Before his rebirth, he was a greedy business man who would rob his own mother for an extra dollar. He, at the time, was like many other sad, dying humans. A human could be handed the world, every insignificant wish granted, and would never be satisfied. A person could be a god, and it would only please them for while, soon leaving to find that next best thing. Yes, a zombie may eat someone’s brain, but humanity can be true monsters, always hungry and never satisfied.