I am the original, or at least I feel I am.
High school, middle of the afternoon, Science class in session…
There’s a bit of a commotion outside. Noise coming from the quadrangle. My professor takes a peek outside the corridor, yells f**k, then runs away.
Me and a few of my classmates run outside to see what the commotion is all about, only to find two male adults eating the heck out of someone as if that person was roasted pork belly.
I immediately think to myself “f**k I gotta get home”, then run like hell while looking for something, some sort of weapon I could use to bash the heads of these undead.
This is it! It’s the zombie apocalypse!
This, or some version of it, has been a consistent plot of my daydreams. It all started in the Early 90’s. I was at home in my old house, my dad was in the garage with his drinking buddies, my older brother nowhere to be found, and my grandma in the other room. For some still unexplained reason, our old television (with the manual channel dial) had WiFi, meaning that every time our neighbour watched a laser disc, we could also get the movie by tuning the dial in between channels 11 and 12. That night, our neighbour was watching the “Night of the Living Dead”, and it changed my life. I remember just sitting beside my dad in the garage after watching the movie, looking around continuously thinking there might be zombies on their way.
Oddly enough, in the years since then, I have found myself enjoying daydreaming about the zombie apocalypse, and with unhealthy frequency too (up to 4 times a week up until now). I sometimes make my character (which is my real self) ultra cool and semi invincible. Giving myself unbelievable fighting skills, access to weaponry and ammunition, and a hummer. Then there are also times that I would still want to feel the fear, giving the zombies speed and giving myself just a tube pipe. Whatever the situation I come up with, I still immensely enjoy doing this, except when they enter my actual dreams where it’s a whole different story. Yeah, I’m the original zombie genre fan, or at least I feel I am. So I wonder, what would I do when this actually happens? When I’m at the office and this happens, or when I’m out drinking at night and this happens, or while I’m at home writing a blo………..
Jen ! Kunin mo yung itak!!!