![]() ![]() Then the narrator decides he wants to visit his mother, who is hiding in her house. At one point the narrator is so hungry that all he can write is:īrains, brains, brains, brains, brains, brains, brainsĪnd as the transformation continues, the zombie part of the narrator tries to think like a human: But as the narrator begins to turn from human to zombie, chronicling his thoughts, the haikus become clever (I'll let you experience these ones for yourself). Up to this point, I thought the haikus were filler, nothing worth noting. This is where I think the genius of this collection of haikus comes in. In the process of his escape, he is bitten-numerous times. Sunburned and dehydrated, the narrator decides to flee by jumping down from the billboard. It is while waiting that the narrator understands: From this attack, the narrator flees to the top of a billboard where he thinks he can wait until the zombies leave. Here, he is attacked by Beth, who was eating spaghetti until she smelled him. ![]() As neighborhoods become infected, and radio stations play only static, the narrator goes to his office to find some answers. The other part of this page has another sort of writing: this one tells the story of Chris, who has recently been bitten and is hiding in the bathroom of an airport.Įssentially, this collection of haikus becomes the written history of what is happening during this Zombie apocalypse. The poems are to be haikus, with the familiar 5-7-5 syllable pattern. On the one hand, there is a lonely, unnamed narrator that wants to chronicle his thoughts in what he has called his poetry journal. What’s the harm of one little, teeny-weeny page? If anything, I'll prove to myself that I don’t need zombies in my life. I looked for support from my other shoulder, but I got nothing in return. But then that little devil appeared on my shoulder (you know the one), and he encouraged me to go on, read it. I can resist, I tell myself as sweat beads bubble on my forehead. And on my desk, my desk!, not anyone else’s, I see a copy of ZOMBIE HAIKU looking at me with its rolled-back eyes and greasy flesh-eating mouth. Then, out of nowhere, I hear about ZOMBIE HAIKU. But unlike most of my friends, I was over the whole zombie domination thing. I thought Z was a heck of a premise, and still go back every once in a while to read a few chapters. I read PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES and WORLD WAR Z and loved them both. Yes, I do love me a good zombie flick, but they started to appear everywhere: books and mash-ups and movies and music, heck I would not be surprised if McDonald’s had a special Happy Meal that came with a blunt instrument for the little ones at home so they could begin practicing their defense skills. UPDATE: I ADDED A STAR TO MY REVIEW BECAUSE THE AUTHOR LIKED IT! THANK YOU, RYAN.įor the past five years or so, I have been fighting the zombie urge.
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