Zombies Are People, Too by Tommy Greenwald

Zombies Are People, Too by Tommy Greenwald

Author:Tommy Greenwald
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Scholastic Inc.


“THERE ARE OBVIOUSLY STILL A FEW KINKS TO WORK OUT IN THIS EXPERIMENTAL PROGRAM,” yelled Dr. Grasmere, struggling to be heard above our alarmed cries. “BUT REST ASSURED, WE WILL ADDRESS THESE CONCERNS, AND BE READY TO GO IN A FEW SHORT WEEKS.”

As I lay on the ground, thrashing about with all the other zombies, one thought crossed my mind.

Ready to go where?

Later that day, after we’d all recovered from The Strength—or, more accurately The Strength, Followed by the Thrashing—Dr. Grasmere pulled me aside and asked me to pay special attention to Azalea, and give her individual instruction. “She is our only other juvenile on campus, besides you,” he said. “As we get ready for our immersion into society, it’s important for Azalea to understand what life would be like during a typical school day.”

He took us to a room that had been set up to look like an elementary school cafeteria—my elementary school cafeteria, in fact. It looked exactly like it, right down to the missing ceiling panel next to the table where you returned your trays.

“Holy smokes again,” I said.

Dr. Grasmere half smiled. “I told you I took notes.”

“You weren’t kidding.”

He bowed. “I shall leave you two to it,” he said, and left.

I went into the kitchen area, and Azalea followed. “Now, here is where human children collect their lunch,” I told her. “They get a lot of food on their trays, and it is many different colors, but they seem to like the yellow and brown food the most and the green food the least.”

“Why?”

“I have no idea. And there is no blue food. Ever.”

“I don’t understand,” Azalea said. “Why do you remember some things about your life outside but not other things?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you remember what lunch was like in school, but you said you didn’t remember the people who said they were your parents.”

I thought about that for a second but had no answer. “I don’t know,” I said.

“I think it is because of how they teach us to think,” Azalea said. “And what they want us to know.”

I nodded. “Perhaps. But whatever they are teaching us, and whatever they want us to know, it is for our own good, and the good of the nation.”

Azalea didn’t respond to that. Instead, she said, “Did you like life out there? Did you feel … free?”

“I … I don’t know,” I said. “It’s like I remember everything but the actual people.” The truth was, every time I felt a memory of a person starting to form, I heard the buzzing in my head, and I saw the red light in my eyes, and my brain started to hurt.

I shut my eyes tightly and tried to remember. “There was … a boy and a girl. Humans. I think … they were my friends.” But then my head started to ache so badly I had to stop.



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