Being A Zombie - Original Writing

What makes us alive and what makes the zombies dead or undead? Well it all has to with neuroscience and most importantly the brain. The biggest question is what the requirements of life are? The requirements are the process to maintain homeostasis and the ability to adapt to changes. Do zombies maintain homeostasis for the undead couldn’t cause of the decay wouldn’t be able to because it couldn’t respond to change in the environment and don’t the ability to heal or repair. Unlike the livening dead would be able to adjust to the changes also could maintain the in the internal environment.

So, yeah. This is my story. I was, like everyone else, a little bit wary of all of the news of these violent outbreaks throughout Wales. I also was wondering why there were apparently no zombie outbreaks in England. In fact, Wales had become completely separated from England the moment Wales began to experience this virus. The Severn Bridge was torn down, and barriers had been placed all across every feasible entrance and exit into England and out of Wales. Myself, along with a few of my friends, Amanda, Tyler and Sophie, were trying to learn more about this virus, and the apparent attacks which seemed to follow each outbreak. We left the safety of small town Lampeter in search of more information regarding the outbreaks. We were not however

Zombies aren’t supposed to exist. But what if they do, and we interact with them every day? Chuck Klosterman’s essay, “My Zombie, Myself”, compares everyday life to the task of killing zombies. Through elaborate metaphors, quotes from zombie experts, and a strong call to action, he successfully appeals to pathos, ethos and logos to convince his readers. Klosterman argues that even though modern life is monotonous, it is possible to escape the monotony.

Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is

After two long hours of traveling with nothing to look at but the passing trees, we finally arrived at the farm. As we piled out of the car, I looked at the dirt road we came in on and turned to the house. It was one story and had a red tin roof, surrounded by a large grassy field and then woods beyond that. Twirling around, I walked into the house and plopped onto the closes bed. As everyone else unpacked, I locked myself in the room like a petulant child.

i put them to shame. but if that’s your way of calling me a zombie .. i am SO offended. ” the lightness in the air fills his chest with delight that SWELLS. it’s a suffocation he welcomes ; warmth and calm snuffing out all of the unpleasant.

I was a university student in a small village before the so-called “Zombie Apocalypse”. When the world was falling into chaos I fortunately escaped from the zombies inside the college, then met a group of survivors and joined them. We went along streets, scavenging for supplies like all those survivors did in zombie movies. Fortunately, we found some pistols in a gun shop, and they gave me a revolver; unfortunately, I had never touched a real loaded pistol before, like any normal university student did. Usually we consider firing the less the better, because the sound may potentially attract zombies. So I never had a chance

I was a damn zombie, the undead, and I freakin' loved it, until that damn bitch brought be back to life then killed me. Fine, I'll explain what happened so you understand why I'm so pissed off.

A zombie acts different from a regular human in many ways, such as its stiff legged way it walks or the odd moaning and groaning. These things can be caused by the way viruses can affect our body read previously. The zombie’s odd stiff legged movement is caused by damage to the cerebellum, the area in your brain that contains a great deal of neurons. In fact, it contains almost half of the neurons in the entire brain, damage here is known to cause this type of movement. This damage in the cerebellum is called spino-cerebellar ataxia, or just ataxia. The movement is specifically stiff legs, wide stances, and lumbering walking. This is a rare disease, however, if a virus’s main instruction is to attack the cerebellum then it is likely it will no longer be rare. Another common zombie characteristic is the moaning and groaning that comes from that rotted mouth. This is caused by more damage to the brain. This damage, known as Wernicke’s Aphasia, is the cause of speech that cannot be understood: moaning, groaning, and not able to say a single understandable word. Wernicke’s Aphasia also causes a severe inability to understand any spoken words, as well as written words. The damage area of this disease is to the junction of two brain lobes, the temporal and parietal, the massive bundle of connecting become disconnected, making it impossible to do any of the above things. Zombies like to eat flesh and brains, however, I say this more caused by aggression.

I was a late bloomer when it came to knowledge of zombies. Well, late in the sense that I hadn’t noticed zombies in pop culture, not late in the sense that zombies had taken over. At least I hope the movies didn’t have real zombies acting like zombies, or else the world as we know it would be in a whole lot of trouble.

“Don’t get shot in the head, let them shoot you in the body. If you are shot in the leg than you can’t walk, but if you are shot in the arm you will be fine,” Zombie says that this is the most important thing to know as you are trying to survive during the Apocalypse. Zombie talked to a group of other zombies at the I-Wireless Center and he made it pretty clear that you will survive as long as you listen to him. Little did the group of zombies know that he had a different plan for them.

The Stupid Zombies have actually increased once more, as well as our heroes are on the step!

I get up, confused. It’s as if I've been asleep for decades. Well, I probably was.

What my story is going to be about is zombies. When I think about the words zombie I think of something that is like the living dead. I don't know if you ever saw the show called the walking dead.

There are lots of young adult supernatural fiction that related to zombie. All kinds of movies talking about how to defend or kill zombies. It is boring to repeat the same topic for decades but still none of them have a happy ending or a perfect solution. That’s why I would say “Warm Bodies” is totally another highlight in all of the zombie fictions. It is a zombie fiction that have the good plot, good character settings, romance and it is one of a kind.