Caught In The Middle Of A Hundred And Five
The summer wind howls.
The stars above blink.
A hand claws through the earth.
The blood is drained. The skin is pale. The lifeless curly hairs hold on. The family plot in the cemetery is seldom visited. No one is here to witness this horrible miracle. The dead man has not a care in this world. He's freshly buried. He looks nothing like the zombies on TV in horror films. But still if you come too close, you can easily pick up the scent of death.
It doesn't take long for the zombie to claw his way out of the ground. It doesn't take long for the zombie to stagger onto his feet. His brand new shoes are now covered in mud. His best suits ruined. Is he still movie star handsome? He takes a step toward the direction of the city. His face still frozen in forever grimace. He's now driven by a mysterious power. Bugs and ants scoot out of his path. Dust and small debris fall down with every step. The smell thickens. It is a hot night. The zombie lets out a groan. An invisible hand points the way. The zombie staggers on. The stars hide behind the clouds. Not far away in the city, innocent people sleep on. The tall mocha latte man and the blue-eyed woman start making love. The zombie lets out another groan.
A dog nearby howls.
~Theme Song: Moonlight Shadow by Mike Oldfield~