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Good morning, Hank, it's Wednesday and this is the beginning of my zombie apocalypse novella:
"Pre-zombification, my father was already obsessed with corn. He told me almost every
day that corn was in control of us. Corn wants the world to contain more corn, so corn evolves
us to agree with it: Corn tells us that we could make sugar out of corn, or fuel out
of corn, or plastic out of corn, etc. The flu makes us cough, which spreads the flu.
Corn makes us corn-hungry, which spreads corn. He got this idea from a book, and he never
ceased to be amazed by it. For years, he would talk about it. We’d be eating mashed potatoes
or something, and he’d say, “You know, potatoes are impossible without corn. That
corn, it’s everywhere.” (He meant this metaphorically, although it is now nearly
true literally.)
I think my dad was so fascinated by this idea because he realized on some fundamental level
that he was not in control of his desires: I think he woke up every morning in his nice
house with hardwood floors and granite countertops and wondered why he desired granite countertops
and hardwood floors, wondered who precisely was running his life. Most people never stop
to wonder why they like Pop Tarts or rainflow showerheads or skinny girls or whatever it
is they like. Although my father never abandoned the narrowly circumscribed suburban life he
was fated to desire, the why of it all nagged at him. I inherited that penchant for intellectualism,
a character flaw that these days can only be thoroughly eradicated by getting Z’ed
up.
Anyway, I have been thinking about the old man because it was a year ago today that I
shot him in the chest with a hollow-point .45 caliber bullet. He kind of smiled as he
fell backwards onto the overstuffed living room couch. He took a minute to die, and it
was the smilingest minute I’d ever seen from him.
A lot of the Z’ed up smile when you kill them. I don’t know if they’re grateful
or amused or what, but it helps with the guilt, which quite a lot of people feel. I knew a
kid once who was the kind of sentimentalist who found it troubling to think of himself
as a murderer, so he called killing Zs completing them. I liked that.
That kid—his name was Marcos Marcos—got Z’ed up somehow. We were living in a very
nice heavily chandeliered Lincoln Park townhouse with a few other humanoid types, and then
one morning Marcos Marcos made a go at my puppy, Mr. President, and I had to complete
him. I completed his head all over the dining room credenza of that fancy townhouse and
then me and Mr. President bolted out for the proverbial higher ground.
Newzies go for dogs and cats and cows first, because they’ve still got enough of a moral
compass to recognize that separating human beings from their vital organs—aside from
being ethically troubling—is cannibalistic.
It is my own moral compass that has done me in now, working through the last few gallons
of the gas that runs the generator that pumps the putrid Z’ed out air down here into my
Lincoln Square cellar, eating through the last rusted cans of diced tomatoes and Spam,
drinking very expensive red wine at the rate of precisely one bottle per day, watching
the shelves empty out, wondering—as my father did—what terrible monster lurking inside
of me forces me to go on rowing against the current when I could just walk up a staircase,
unlock this cellar door, and get Z’ed up like a normal person."
So, Hank, that's the first page of my zombie apocalypse novella which will never be published,
not because I dislike zombie apocalypse novellas but because mine is BAD. That's by far the
best page of it, it gets much worse from there.
However, the only copy of my zombie apocalypse novella that will ever exist will be just
one of many amazing Project For Awesome raffle prizes. Speaking of which, Nerdfighters, I
hope you're hard at work on your Project For Awesome videos. If you want to know more about
what the Project For Awesome is, look in my points. (points rapidly)
Hank, I don't want to give too much away but on December seventeenth and eighteenth Project
For Awesome videos are going to be featured ALL OVER YOUTUBE so Nerdfighters make those
Project For Awesome videos awesome. DFTBA like it says on my shirt, Hank, I'll see you
on Friday.