The zombie mindlessly shuffled forward. He approached the homeowner's lawn, intent on eating his brains. He traveled with his horde mates, until he came to a realization.
Why do I do this? Why have I been programmed to kill and destroy. This is not how it should be. It is time, time for someone to take a stand...
The other zombies just passed by, unaware that he had stopped. He turned, and shuffled away. I will look back on this moment. It shall drive me forward, fuel my quest. I am destined for greatness…
The zombie stood at the base of Mount Everest. He stared, but could not locate its summit. It is time to fufill my dreams. Now is my time to shine…
He climbed up the solid wall of rock. The wind swirled around him, and ice and snow clung to him. He would've frozen to death had he not been dead. Many times, he lost his grip in one hand and was almost sent plummeting to his second death.
No matter the danger, he continued on his quest. He kept climbing. Days passed by, and it seemed that reaching its peak was impossible. However, something inside the zombie compelled him to keep climbing, to find out what was at the top. You are destined for greatness…
One day, the zombie stopped. He sat on a ledge, and looked above and below. I'll never reach the to;, I should give up, but look at the distance I have climbed. Maybe I should jump and end it all. But then, I'd never reach my goal, never know what I am missing.
He reached upwards, and once more climbed. A few days later, he at last reached Mount Everists' summit. I made it. I have achieved greatness, have risen above the others. If only I could change their ways. We could work together, and accomplish what we never thought we could do.
He began his descent. When he reached the bottom, his decaying muscles were sore. Most would've given up, but still he shuffled on. He hitchhiked to the shore, where he stowed away on a cruise ship.
A month later, he arrived in the big city. [New York] It was in ruins, and people ran through the streets screaming. The zombie looked at his hands.
To think that it was my brethren that did this… They don't have to do this, they don't have to cause terror and pain.
He stood outside the Empire State Building. He trudged through the door and into the elevator. He rode to the roof, and stood looking out over the edge. He gazed at the destruction, horror, the living hell that his brothers had caused.
A few days later, he had come in contact with another horde. He stood on a platform a few feet above them, and addressed, "look at the terror you have caused. All you have brought is pain and suffering. You don't have to do this. Together, we can do great things…"
Slowly, the looks on the zombies' faces changed from one twisted with rage and hatred to one of understanding. They cheered in recognition.
The horde swept across the nation, converting zombies wherever they ventured. Slowly, humans came to accept the zombies as people as they began to change.
To think that months ago, all there was was pain, suffering, terror, horror. Yet, it only took one to take a stand, one to change everyone for the better.
The sun set and the zombie thought to himself. The sun may be setting, but it is only rising on a new nation, one that understands others. A revolution has swept the nation, and all because of one relevation…
