I read Devil towns for the 7th time today.
Or was it my 8th? I've lost track after 5, but anyway, fyi, it's a story about zombies, and it's probably one of my favorite zombie universe out there. I mean, In the flesh was okay- lots of holes and I wished it elaborated more on the characters pre-zombie-rising but I really liked it. More than I intended to.
The thing is, I'm a zombie person, as opposed to a vampire person. Something about rotten immortality that seems more appealing over perfect immortality. Vampires blend in with humans, they're quiet creatures lurking in the dark waiting for the right time to latch on someone and suck their blood veins empty. Zombies on the other hand, they're out in the open. They lack brain chemicals so their activities are limited and they're not the best to conduct a system, which makes them less a threat.
Most zombie universes/post-apocalyptic deals with a group of people venturing the world by themselves, trying to survive the zombie threat, and truthfully I like reading those. I like the idea of trusting noone but yourself and your comrades and trying to survive brain eating creatures that outnumber you by hundreds- thousands even. Going through abandoned supermarkets for supplies, Sleeping in abandoned subways, showering in abandoned houses. Cutting each other's hair being all ponyboy in Outsiders. Getting nightmares from pre-zombie invasion. Digging graves for the fallen tributes, and adopting new ones.
I think it has something to do with finals. It's that time of the year again, my stomach is churning, my appetite is lost and I constantly feel queasy. My chest feels tight and sometimes I feel like the air doesn't even go halfway through my lungs. I ate rice for the first time in two weeks and I felt like throwing up right after. I should just eat enough (albeit less) and minimize the damage for the next three weeks.
I had a zombie dream the other night. It's not the first time, I normally get these scary zombie dreams where someone(thing) tries to eat me and when I was in the brink of waking up him(it) warns me "Even when you wake up, this isn't over.", but this time around, the dream was weirdly...fun. I can't remember how the dream went but I remembered it was one of the most fun I had subconsciously. Someone traded their cigarettes to get me my by-then-extinct vanilla latte. It was the sweetest dream ever.
The irony of me enjoying reading about zombies is that I am slowly turning into one.