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Click here to find out more. Main article: I think the world has mostly ended, because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are. The runways are turning green, overrun with grass and brush. In he also filmed the zombie rom-com Warm Bodies directed by Jonathan Levine and.
An emptiness vast and absolute. I still have all my flesh, but there are elders who are little more than skeletons with clinging bits of muscle, dry as jerky. Somehow it still extends and contracts, and they keep moving. The future is as blurry to me as the past. You might say death has relaxed me. I am riding the escalators when M finds me. I ride the escalators several times a day, whenever they move.
The airport is derelict, but the power still flickers on sometimes, maybe flowing from emergency generators stuttering deep underground. Lights flash and screens blink, machines jolt into motion. I cherish these moments. The feeling of things coming to life. I stand on the steps and ascend like a soul into Heaven, that sugary dream of our childhoods, now a tasteless joke.
After maybe thirty repetitions, I rise to find M waiting for me at the top.
He is hundreds of pounds of muscle and fat draped on a six-foot-five frame. Bearded, bald, bruised and rotten, his grisly vis- age slides into view as I crest the staircase summit.
Is he the angel that greets me at the gates? His ragged mouth is oozing black drool. We are going out to find food. A hunting party forms around us as we shuffle toward town. Focused thought is a rare occurrence here, and we all follow it when it manifests.
We do a lot of standing around and groaning. Years pass this way. The flesh with-.
I often wonder how old I am. The city where we do our hunting is conveniently close. We ar- rive around noon the next day and start looking for flesh. The new hunger is a strange feeling. We feel it everywhere equally, a sink- ing, sagging sensation, as if our cells are deflating. Last winter, when so many Living joined the Dead and our prey became scarce, I watched some of my friends become full-dead. The transition was undramatic.
They just slowed down, then stopped, and after a while I realized they were corpses. I distracted myself with some groaning.
I think the world has mostly ended, because the cities we wander through are as rotten as we are.
Buildings have collapsed. Rusted cars clog the streets. Most glass is shattered, and the wind drifting through the hollow high-rises moans like an animal left to die.
Social collapse? Or was it just us? The Dead replacing the Living? We start to smell the Living as we approach a dilapidated apart- ment building.
It hits us deeper inside, near our brains, like wasabi. We converge on the building and crash our way inside. We find them huddled in a small studio unit with the windows boarded up. They are dressed worse than we are, wrapped in filthy tatters and rags, all of them badly in need of a shave.
M will be saddled with a short blond beard for the rest of his Fleshy existence,. Beards, hair, toenails. Our wild bodies have finally been tamed.
Slow and clumsy but with unswerving commitment, we launch ourselves at the Living. Shotgun blasts fill the dusty air with gun- powder and gore. Black blood spatters the walls. The loss of an arm, a leg, a portion of torso, this is disregarded, shrugged off. A minor cosmetic issue. But some of us take shots to our brains, and we drop. The zombies to my left and right hit the ground with moist thuds. But there are plenty of us.
We are overwhelming. We set upon the Living, and we eat. Eating is not a pleasant business. This is what we do. If I restrain myself, if I leave enough. As always I go straight for the good part, the part that makes my head light up like a picture tube. I eat the brain, and for about thirty seconds, I have memories. Flashes of parades, perfume, music. Then it fades, and I get up, and we all stumble out of the city, still cold and gray, but feeling a little bet- ter.
This is the best we can do. I trail behind the group as the city disappears behind us. When I pause at a rain- filled pothole to scrub gore off my face and clothes, M drops back and slaps a hand on my shoulder. He knows my distaste for some of our routines. Some- times he teases me, twirls my messy black hair into pigtails and. He pats my shoulder and just looks at me. I nod, and we keep walking. I steal what he has to replace what I lack. He disappears, and I stay.
But fol- lowing those laws keeps me walking, so I follow them to the letter.
I eat until I stop eating, then I eat again. How did this start? How did we become what we are? Was it some mysterious virus? Gamma rays? An ancient curse?
Or some- thing even more absurd? No one talks about it much. We are here, and this is the way it is. We go about our business. There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans. At the Arrivals gate, we are greeted by a small crowd, watching us with hungry eyes or eyesockets. We drop our cargo on the floor: Call it leftovers.
Call it takeout. Our fellow Dead fall on them and feast right there on the floor like animals. Like men at sea deprived of fresh fruit, they will wither in their deficiencies, weak and perpetually empty, because the new hunger is a lonely mon- ster.
It grudgingly accepts the brown meat and lukewarm blood, but what it craves is closeness, that grim sense of connection that courses between their eyes and ours in those final moments, like some dark negative of love. I wave to M and then break free from the crowd.
Breathing is optional, but I need some air. I wander out into the connecting hallways and ride the convey- ors. I stand on the belt and watch the scenery scroll by through the window wall. Not much to see. The runways are turning green, overrun with grass and brush. Jets lie motionless on the concrete like beached whales, white and monumental. Moby Dick, con- quered at last. Before, when I was alive, I could never have done this. Standing still, watching the world pass by me, thinking about nearly noth- ing.
I remember effort. I remember targets and deadlines, goals and ambitions. I remember being purposeful, always everywhere all the time. I reach the end, turn around, and go back the other way. The world has been distilled. Being dead is easy. After a few hours of this, I notice a female on the opposite con- veyor. I catch her eye and stare at her as we approach. For a brief moment we are side by side, only a few feet away.
We pass, then travel on to opposite ends of the hall. We turn around and look at each other. We get back on the conveyors. We pass each other again. I grimace and she grimaces back. On our third pass, the air- port power dies, and we come to a halt perfectly aligned. I wheeze hello, and she responds with a hunch of her shoulder. I like her. I reach out and touch her hair. Like me, her decompo- sition is at an early stage. Her skin is pale and her eyes are sunken, but she has no exposed bones or organs.
Her irises are an especially light shade of that strange pewter gray all the Dead share. Her graveclothes are a black skirt and a snug white buttonup. I suspect she used to be a receptionist. Pinned to her chest is a silver nametag. She has a name. One of the few times they are truly focused and animated is when they go hunting for the Living, their only food source, during which they spontaneously form a hunting party.
The brain is the best part, because if they eat it, then they can relive the memories, feelings, and thoughts of their prey. Anything that's left of the prey is brought back for the others to eat. R is portrayed as unusual, since he not only contains more empathy and intuition than his fellow Dead, but is also able to express it better than most of them despite being Dead. He openly shows distaste for eating human flesh, and is the only zombie there who is able to form four, coherent syllables in one breath.
After a hunt, he meets a zombie woman, and they quickly become girlfriend and boyfriend. She takes him to church where a Bony preacher sees them, and marries them on impulse.
The next day, R and his new wife are presented with two Dead children. Seeing them try to play like Living children depresses R, and he is gripped with a feeding frenzy. He leads a hunting party to the city where they find a group of young adults scavenging supplies. Attacking with unusual energy, R feeds on the brain of a young man named Perry. After experiencing his memories, R sees Perry's girlfriend Julie, and in a moment of mercy, saves her from the others.
He disguises her scent with zombie blood, and takes her home where he hides her in a airplane. He slowly gains Julie's trust, and convinces her to stay for a while until the others forget about her though in reality, he just really likes her. Throughout the week, R feeds her food from the airport's restaurant, entertains her with his treasures, including a record player, and Julie tries to teach him to drive a car which R has managed to get started.
She also tells him a little bit about her life. Despite his guilt, R continues eating the remains of Perry's brain, seeing it as a rare treasure. One night, R eats the last of the brain, and experiences the last of Perry's memories. When he begins to witness Perry's death however, R's thoughts interrupt the scene in an attempt to halt it. To his shock, memory pauses, and Perry scolds him, telling him to let Perry have this memory.
R complies, and the memory plays through. After it ends, R falls asleep. When he awakens, Julie is being attacked by several zombies, including M, and R helps her fend them off.
M is confused and angry by R's behavior, but R holds his ground. Suddenly, some Boneys arrive.
Although they do not attack, one of them shows R some old photos of Dead and Living fighting each other, telling him that they need to maintain the status quo.
They leave along with the rest, and R takes Julie back to the airplane. In the morning, Julie convinces R to take her home, and they attempt to leave while the Dead watch them, half-fascinated and half-afraid.
However, the Boneys attack and try to kill Julie, but with M's help, they get away in R's car. On the way to the city, it starts raining, and they are forced to stop in the suburbs. They camp out in one of the houses, and Julie allows R to share a bed with her.
The next morning, Julie calls her father, and sends R out for fuel. When he returns however, Julie is gone. On the road, R runs into M and some other zombies who have been chased out by the Boneys. The zombies have been changing like R, and experiencing things such as dreams and old memories.
The soldiers let him in, and R sneaks through the stadium following Julie's scent to her house. R sees Julie on her balcony, and they reunite. R also meets Nora, Julie's best friend. With no other options, the girls let him stay the night, and R has another Perry dream. The next morning, the girls give R a major make-over to make him look human, and take him on a tour of the city.
They take him to the cemetery where they visit the grave of Julie's mother, and Julie tells him how her mother died. While there, R finds Perry's grave, and has a waking vision of Perry. By now, it's become apparent that some form of Perry's soul is living inside R, and has intertwined with R's own.
Perry warns him of the changes to come, saying R needs to take control or be swept away. The vision ends, and the three of them leave the cemetery. After a tense run-in with Julie's father, Grigio, they take him to a pub where Julie spikes their drinks with real alcohol, and R gets drunk. He goes for a walk to clear his head, but runs into a soldier who realizes what he is, forcing R to attack him. As R begins eating him, he regains control and stops, causing the soldier to reanimate as a zombie.
R runs back to Julie, and finally tells her that he killed Perry. The Dead soldier is found and killed, but Grigio orders a widespread search to find the second zombie. He arrives at the house, deduces what R really is, and attacks him despite Julie's protests.
Nora holds a gun to Grigio, and Julie and R escape from the stadium. Outside, the crowd of zombies has grown. What Julie and R have between them has infected many others, causing them to change. As they deliberate on what to do next, the Boneys attack. R and Julie flee back to the stadium in the hopes that the Living will kill them off, but the Boneys quickly gather in huge numbers, more than any have ever seen.
Julie is astounded by the siege, but Perry speaks to both of them inside their heads, and tells them that it's because the Boneys are afraid of the change they represent. The couple meets up with Nora, and they flee to a roof where they see the battle between the Boneys and the Living.