Al and his wife Eleanor inhabited a tiny house off grid in mystical Taos, New Mexico.
For a while their lives were idyllic living off the Taos desert land
Before an obscure band of zombies, unreported by the MSM,
Their origin story unknown as mysterious as UAPs,
Roamed Taos rabidly seeking unsuspecting human prey.
While Eleanor was tending her garden of prickly pear cacti
Behind their tiny house, the sun ducked behind a dark cluster of clouds in the New Mexico skies,
A pitiful little girl zombie approached her crying and growling
Not suspecting a zombie, but thinking the child in shock, her body in tatters,
Perhaps from an awful auto accident maiming her body and mind,
Eleanor, a woman of great compassion, concerned, worried for the innocent little girl
Invited her into her house to console her and dress her wounds
And drive her to the Holy Cross Medical Center for medical attention.
Al wasn’t home at that time, hiking in the environs, enjoying the flora and the sunny day.
Before Eleanor could help the girl, she bit Eleanor on the jugular vein and
After a few unheard gurgling screams, the wound fatal, Eleanor died.
The little girl zombie feasted on her for a few moments, her young appetite easily sated
And ambled away at a frightfully fast pace for a zombie.
Eleanor rose from the dead pretty much brain dead and zombified.
Al returned home horrified; he’d seen enough zombie movies
To know Eleanor’s irreversible plight, not wanting to share her fate
He locked Eleanor out of their house and prayed for a miraculous restoration of Eleanor’s former living life every night.
After one week of Eleanor scratching and pounding on their front door,
Al missed her desperately, despite the deal breakers of her walking dead disease,
And still loving her like the in sickness and in health marriage vow they solemnly shared in a little Methodist church in Idaho
He opened the door and took her in his arms while she
Bit into his jugular and ended his free spirit life.
Somehow her romantic instincts, her wifely loyalty, survived her zombically deactivated mind.
When Al returned to life zombified, she kissed him on what remained of his face,
And they walked withered hand in withered hand to some distant neverland,
Proving even for the zombified – love can find a way.
Bob Boyd