For this one, you must get out of the asylum.
PULP COUPLET IX (any gender, mid teens through late life)
The apocalypse is done?
All zombies dead? We won?
But how can you be sure
There isn't just one more?
No, let me out of here.
And I'll make sure we're clear.
If I get bit, I'll tell.
You can torch me up as well.
But I can't live in fear.
Unlock this room, you hear?
Why am I in this room?
Hey you, there! With the broom:
Why are you dressed in white?
You'd get eaten right on sight.
The zombies see white first
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I'm dressed the same, what's worse...
I think I see it now...
I'm delusional somehow?
You've tucked me safe away
From the normal people, eh?
I'll show you I'm not crazy.
Though my memory is hazy...
I'll show you a surprise...
Come look into my eyes.
They glow a purple red...
I'm joining the undead.
I'm sorry I didn't tell...
Being outcast? That is hell.
Copyright 2016 by Matt Haynes. If you would like to use this piece, please credit: "Courtesy of Matt Haynes and The Pulp Stage"