Beauty and The Undead

I’m a zombie.

Right now, I’m standing on my front porch.

The door is shut tight, like it’s lifeless. I’m frozen in front of it. Sometimes, other zombies shuffle by, crouching near my window, trying to peek inside. When they do, I kick them away.

Yeah, I’ve turned into a zombie.

But here’s the weird part—I can still remember everything from when I was human.

I’m standing here, completely still, just like I used to when I’d piss off my sweetheart back in the day. Whenever we’d argue, Ava would lock me out. Then she’d sit inside, crouched by the window, secretly watching me stand there like it was some kind of punishment.

Never thought that even as a zombie, she’d still be pulling the same move.