Zombie Enlightenment

I can feel them chewing on my arms and legs with bloody mouths full of broken teeth; ripping into the soft unprotected flesh of my pale underbelly.  I thought zombies were after your brains and here they are fighting to gorge themselves on my extremities and viscera. I had never thought of it before but I guessed that I would be dead while I was being eaten. Oh I knew there would be the initial unpleasantness but I had really thought all that would be over quickly as they cracked open my head to get at my brain. It seems unimportant now. Ha.  Pretty much everything seems unimportant now. I guess that means I've reached stage 5;acceptance. I'm going to die, here and now, because there are zombies eating me alive and there is nothing I can do about it. For some reason I think I ought to be mad but now that shock has set in and I know I can't do anything about it, it doesn't even really hurt. In fact it just feels weird. I really don't think a human is meant to feel his internal organs being manhandled like this. It has to be the strangest sensation I've ever experienced and watching it makes it stranger. Why can't I get angry? It's like I can't find anything to get angry about. This isn't any ones fault. The government can't be expected to protect us from something like this. I can't be expected to be able to defend myself against this. I can't even blame the zombies; they don't seem to have any more intelligence then a starved dog. I guess things happen. I wonder why I feel I should be angry.; maybe thats a better question. On the upside this ought to be over soon and then I can get on with things.  Well not exactly but I can find out the big mystery. I'll get to find out what happens next.  I guess if I am going to think about this I ought to think positively.  I'm getting sleepy. Finally. Ha and now I remember that Simon and Garfunkel song; "Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk to you again". What an absurd thing to think about just before you ...