Zombies' End: Aftermath by Feren Todd C

Author:Feren, Todd C. [Feren, Todd C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2020-04-21T04:00:00+00:00

Luke (Just Luke)

Luke (Just Luke) was someone who had to be seen to be believed. He was dressed in apocalyptic garb, only it looked like it was fashioned to look like something from a Mad max movie. It was polished and clean. He had a faux fur fox skin thrown over his shoulder, and the heels of his shoes made him at least six inches taller than he actually was.

Hey everyone. I’m Luke.

Just Luke.

I’m an artist. If any of you saw my work, thank you.

As an artist, the very first thing that happens in a pandemic is arts funding goes out the window.

It’s not even just in a pandemic.

If the president needs to buy a new couch or an extra expensive dinner one night, they cut the arts funding.

Then, when people are all locked up inside during a quarantine, what do they turn to?

Artists.

Books, movies, streaming television shows, fucking Bob Ross got streamed two hundred and fifty million times before the world lost power.

The world turned to artists in its darkest hour and what the artists should have said was “go fuck yourself.”

But, we crave attention and feed off compliments, so we continued pumping out art for your consumption.

Let me explain to you about my need for artistic expression.

When I was really little, I used crayons to paint this beautiful landscape on the dining room wall. I mean, it was huge.

My mom came running into the room and started yelling at me. Asking me why I drew on the dining room wall.

I told her it was because all the other walls were too dark for my crayons.

She took my crayons away and told me I “couldn’t do art anymore.”

Aside from her horrible grammar, she was wrong. When she came into the living room the next morning, she saw me painting brown cows, brown dogs, and brown clouds on that same wall using the only artistic material I had access to.

My poop.

Art finds a way.

After the beating I took that day, I never had art supplies confiscated ever again.

So, when people were suddenly locked into their homes and we were forbidden from going out to buy new canvasses or any other art supplies, I found a new medium to work with.

Zombies.

I know, it was a huge risk to start working with zombies, but what is art if it’s not a little risky and controversial?

I got the idea when I was sitting on my balcony watching a parade of zombies shambling by. All their clothes were faded and tattered from whatever hellish thing they were doing.

Very monochromatic and boring.

One zombie in particular had a striking resemblance to one miss Marylin Monroe.

I mean, her hair was all wrong, and she was covered in blood and filth, but her cheek bones and pouty lips were spot on.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but I suddenly found myself dangling off my balcony trying to entice that zombie to come closer so I could get a better look.

Well she took the bait, and before I knew it, one Norma Jean looking zombie was shuffling towards my place.

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