Spooky Isles

No one ever admits, even to themselves that they are not happy. I am not happy. Are you happy? Look around. The zombie world hasn't changed much. We walk, mostly in groups, we groan, we eat, we don't sleep and we don't think. Wait! I retract my last statement. I think though, I am able to think. Maybe I am just weird. What else there is to do with time when you've eternity to punish you? Just stop daydreaming. I will tell you what happened.
'You on the back.' The teacher said. 'John.'
'Yes?'
'Can you write the first thing that comes to your mind in that black board, please?' She asked with her usual back zombish smile while pointing to the black board behind her. 'I want to kill you; Is that you want me to write?' I thought in silence. The whole class groaned with laughs as if they knew what I was thinking. I was standing there, right in front of the black board, preparing to write my beautiful thoughts when the bell rang. 'Perfect!' I thought. All my class mates, the other zombies, got up and the groaning became incomprehensible. They were just groaning. I left too.

In the Afternoon, I was walking in the Park when I heard a group of zombies speak of a virus, humans and threats. I could not ignore those words and from where I was, I said 'What are you talking about?' They ignored me at first as if I was talking to some other zombie.
'What you, bunch, are talking about? Yes, you bunch!' I said again.
'It's none of your business' they said and turned their heads away.
'If your words are of virus and threats, then it's my business too.' I said.
'Go away kid.' They said without moving their distorted heads.
'NO!' I cried. 'I insist, you need to tell me.'
'If we tell you what we are discussing, do you promise to leave us alone?' ...

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...d something that zombies lack, like real emotions, bonding, above all to be able to feel again. To feel life.'
No one said a word after that. We all remained in silence as if pondering Carl's last statement. I knew then what was happening to me and by the look on Carol's face I would say she knew too.
'Carl.' I said.
'Yes, what is it John?'
'I believe I know what you went through, and why you changed. At least I think I do.'
'You do? I looked curious.'How?' He said.
'Since that day in te park, since I first saw you... Since then, something inside me changed.' I looked carefully at him and said. 'I felt water coming out of my eyes.'
'You can cry?' Carl looked surprised.
'Cry? Is it how it's called?' I said. 'Then yes, I cried.' For the first time, I closed my eyes and tried to remember how crying felt. I wanted to feel it again; I wanted to be like them, alive.