The Cusp

Never Trust a Zombie
Recall: 7/10
Sleep: Poor
Sleep Position: Unknown

It's the zombie apocalypse, and I'm wasting zombies and searching for increasingly rare food resources. I cleave zombie skulls with an axe when they are few, and switch over to a gun when they begin to overwhelm me.

I get a psychic vision of a food stockpile in a certain house, where the survivors and been gathering supplies to take with them when they were all killed by zombies. I lead my group to the house and we clear it out room by room, basement last, which is where the food is. The zombies are more plentiful in the basement. As I begin shooting them in the head, I hear one of the zombies speak!

I'm flabberghasted, wondering if the zombies are evolving or something. "You can speak!!!" I cry out with incredulity. The zombie replies that they've always been able to speak, it's just that we never listen. So he says, but all I remember them doing is moaning and groaning.

The zombie is lamenting the fact that I killed his companions as my mind reels with this sudden turn of events. They seem almost civilized, but I still don't trust them and keep my gun leveled at the zombie's head. THen for a brief moment, there is a sudden shift in reality and the zombies switch back to moaning and groaning in mid sentence. Then they switch back to talking. I'm seriously questioning reality now. Even though they are talking again, they are still lurching towards me the same as they'd do when they couldn't talk and wanted to eat me.

I hold my fire, back into the room with the food, and grab the large duffel bag which is already packed and ready to go. Even though the zombies talk a good talk, they are still closing in on me, and I waste them anyways.