By and copyright Owen Quinn author of the Time Warriors and Zombie Blues
The zombie rollercoaster continues as the undead continue to give us their view of being a rotting corpse under the control of Mother Nature.
This time round we meet Comic Book zombie and the zombie who thinks the ending of Toy Story 3 is sacrilege. What happens when a zombie’s faith in God is rocked to its very foundation and why is the spirit of Elvis Presley still going strong in the vast
roaming herds?
A zombie tells why the covid pandemic was much preferable to being undead and why having a club foot makes you feel normal as a zombie. Plus more zombie characters than you can shake a stick at.
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Faithful Zombie
“Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name”
I know Lord that this calamity that has wiped away all shades of our normality has not been initiated by you. As a missionary in Lima, Peru I dedicated my life to helping the poor children of the cities and its surrounding outlying areas get a proper education. Their eyes were full of life and smiles so warm and welcoming you couldn’t help but fall in love with these people.
We faced struggles in the beginning of our mission but our faith kept us strong. The outpouring of love and appreciation we received back for our efforts was payment enough. To witness the children learn and grow, opening their eyes to the bigger world and education was a rewarding journey all in itself I can’t even describe. I believe that journey will help the children survive this and build a brand new world.
Even in this sickening zombie form from hell I still have faith. If I didn’t I would not only be betraying you but the very vows I have devoted my life to. I know Mother Nature did this terrible thing to us without your intervention or consent so there is no blame on you. I know you are helpless before her power just as the human race is. Somehow I have to keep strong in this shell and try to fight back with every ounce of my hope and faith. I’m not expecting a sudden arrival by you to wave a hand and restore everyone’s souls, I’m not dumb. But the day simple Joan K. Walker from Alaska became Sister Joan K. Walker, my life was yours. Never did my faith falter despite some of the terrible tragedies I’ve seen across the world.
Life is a learning curve as is the long history of the human species. We will make mistakes but as long as we learn from them, good will come to the world in the end. I hear survivors whisper about the Book of Revelations but they are grasping at straws that do not exist. None of his is your fault. I believe that just as I believe your divine guidance brought me to Lima to help those vulnerable and less fortunate; to aid those left scarred by the atrocities spawned from the darker side of human nature. We are your servants and through us your great power reaches the people of Earth. You help them through us just as Mother Nature takes her vengeance through us. I have no doubt she tricked you somehow. I also know you are trapped up there locked away from the world because our souls are still here. The fact that all zombies can still think for themselves is full testament to that. The gates of heaven are locked therefore we cannot rise to join your eternal Glory.
I held my faith when we were trapped in the rubble the smell of burning flesh making us wretch. We covered our ears and protected the children as best we could with our bodies. All the while we prayed to you to keep us deliver us from this terror. It felt like Hell had come upon the Earth that day but my vocation helped me through it. The fact that we all made it out alive bruised and bleeding when the soldiers came to rescue us was testament to me that my faith had not been misplaced. You are the Lord and the creator of all of us. We are more than your image. We are the vessels through which we bring your light to the world. On that day as we huddled in the back of the military jeeps with the Red Cross personnel, I saw it on the frightened but relieved faces of all the children. We are the embodiment of all that is glorious within you.
I don’t need to recite the rest of the Lord’s Prayer because it will come to pass once more. Even if I am faced with a legion of snarling disbelievers who have lost faith in you after the zombies came, I will stand tall proud of my faith; a beacon in the dark, a testament to your Glory.
They may ask why I have faith that a world will be born again when I won’t see it come to pass but the answer lies in their own fickle natures. The only thing any survivor has to do is look in the mirror to see the answer to their own questions.
Man is quick to trespass with no forgiveness then claim the land under his feet as his own. History is littered with it when you look at America and Australia. Invasions like that cause festering boils that rumble angrily across the centuries.
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