Thursday, June 20, 2013

Bathroom Monologue: Zombie Parakeets for Adriana



Mrs. Merrick knew she was going to die. She was a Lapsed Catholic, but even as lapsed as she was, she recognized an apocalypse when it ate everyone in sight. Pet owners pounded on the glass of her shop for sanctuary, but she dared not open up and risk the zombies getting in with them. She had work to do.

Zombieism was an exotic strain of bird flu. Scientists knew it because they had isolated the virus. Mrs. Merrick knew it because all of her parakeets had it, and set about devouring her canaries. She only managed to save ten pigeons and her most obnoxious parrot, forcing the flock of zombie-keets into a glass cage. They only ate their own for now, and that meant working fast.

The parrot went first after it repeated her weight. She found the zombie-keets preferred their parrot raw, and so she put out feathers and bits of wing to start, only letting a zombie-keet bite if it first picked up its string and rod.

By Day 3, they only ate if they carried the rod and string appropriately, and if they visually saw her eat.

By Day 6, the zombie parakeets brought her a bagel in return for some pigeon. No matter what she did, she could not condition them to butter it.

By Day 8, she tied the dozens of strings to her arms and had her first successful takeoff. The zombie-keets didn't even attack their prey until she'd had her bagel.

On Day 11, the inevitable happened. A couple of star-crossed lovers smashed in her front window looking for supplies, and pedestrian zombies followed them in. Mrs. Merrick was bitten before she even got out of bed, and she died with a surprising poise. She'd known this was coming. As the infection overtook her, she slipped on her strings and loosed the flock of parakeets.

You can still see Mrs. Merrick. She planned well, and now she's the terror of downtown. She's the only zombie in the known world that can fly, and her minions never rest until she catches her man.

10 comments:

  1. I am smiling so widely my face hurts. I love this. Thank you. And I will continue to feed the birds at our place, while I can...

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  2. What a twist. And what a sight I'm sure - Mrs. Merrick sailing over the streets with her parakeets.

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  3. A zombie who thinks ahead. I like it!

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  4. Oh, this was so delightfully disturbing! The visual of a crazed zombie pet shop owner soaring through the skies with her zombie-keet minions will stay with me long after I finish my bagel:)

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  5. That was great, John. Thanks! I'm sure Monster will love it as soon as soon as she wakes up. :)

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  6. Great story! I love the idea of her conditioning them to help her fly. Awesome.

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  7. This was highly imaginative. Also, I've never heard of zombie parakeets before.

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  8. Gotta say, it would add a little to the zombie fear if one of them had a zombie-keet arsenal flying them about.

    I did notice one thing: "Mrs. Merrick knew it because all of her parakeets at it..." seems like the "at" should be "had".

    Also...dude...you don't put butter on bagels. That's just not right. :o)

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  9. LOL That is brilliant. I can see Mrs. Merrick being flown around and chasing poor humans. XD

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  10. This needs to be an animated cartoon. We need to find someone to animate this and John X's Shark Knight.

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