Well friends, here’s a zombie who has happily resolved his identity crisis.
\nI have come to terms with what I am.<\/p>\n
I am a zombie.
\nI bite and devour people.
\nSorry about that, but that’s the way it is.<\/p>\n
I tried to deny it for a time. Didn’t think this should be my nature. Wanted to join the non-violent zombie coalition – thought that would make me more pure, would guarantee my redemption.<\/p>\n
Would you be surprised to learn that living a lie brought me no joy? Suppressing my urges and trying to be a nice zombie was no fun at all. Oh, there were those who applauded my efforts, who shouted loudly to remain strong. I tried to convince myself that this lonely existence was the upright path. But I was miserable, envious of others I saw who lapsed.<\/p>\n
Then with the dawning of a new day, I surrendered to the craving for gore. I slunk through the shadows lunging at prey. I bit openly. I feasted wantonly. One human, a fellow zombie who had received a cure, tried to shame me. She had endured hunger and found redemption. Her rebukes cut me. Had I surrendered too willingly after all? Why this unease just when I was having fun?<\/p>\n
Like is slowly expanding cloud of gas, realization crept over me. I am Canadian. I am polite. I am apologetic even when others bump me<\/a>.\u00a0\u00a0 No wonder I was conflicted playing the badass zombie. For the rest of the game it’s going to be, “Excuse me, may I #bite you? Sorry!” and, “Thank you; your flesh is most delicious.”\u00a0 I am the polite, Apologetic Canadian Zombie.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Well friends, here’s a zombie who has happily resolved his identity crisis. I have come to terms with what I am. I am a zombie. I bite and devour people. Sorry about that, but that’s the way it is. I … Continue reading