We are not so unlike, you and me.
You are a successful banker with a nice suburban home, a pretty wife and two charming children. A member of the rotary club, the coach of the town’s “squirts” Pop Warner team, and a scratch golfer.
I am the reanimated undead corpse of your next door neighbor, and I have an insatiable lust for your BRAINS.
I know on the surface that seems like a pretty big difference.
But we zombies and you humans are not so unlike.
Sure, we can’t walk as nice as you, or talk as nice as you, and we might have a little trouble processing complex thoughts and actions.
We don’t have respiratory systems, or circulatory systems, or nerve endings that connect to a highly functioning, absolutely delicious living brain.
But I’m trying. I’m trying to grow as an undead person.
I am trying to say things other than “urrrrrrrrrrgh and “ermmmmmmmmmm.”
I am trying to do things other than just pressing my listless body against the side of your house, and scratching at your windows.
I am trying to figure out how I can get that doorknob to work.