driftea
Selected Wed, Mar 09, 2022
“Did you know that plants know how to hate?”
The face in the ground was gnarled and wrinkled like weathered bark. Small flowers bloomed from its eye sockets and it smiled as it sensed footsteps approaching.
The girl stopped a foot away, holding a watering can.
“You’re saying plants have emotions?” she asked the face in the ground.
The head that was almost a skull nodded, vines crawling between its bones, “Yes, I conducted studies on plant growth in my tenure here. I was on the verge of a breakthrough, you know.”
“Who cares if plants have emotions?” the girl sat down on the ground, crossing her legs. She rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a crumpled candy bar, chewing on it stoically, “Why did you even research something like that?”
“I was curious,” the face in the ground smiled, “That’s all the reason I needed. Well, I did make up a nice soudning reason for the funding involved…but that’s a really boring explanation.”
The girl continued chewing on her candy bar. She stopped briefly, “Do you think zombies have emotions?”
“I should think so,” the face said with a throaty laugh, “I am one after all.”
“But you’re not like the others,” the girl said, “You can talk,” she pointed out, “And you stop the others from trying to eat me.”
“Maybe they can talk too,” the face tilted faintly, “Maybe they just forgot how.”
“I don’t think I can think of them as having emotions,” the girl declared, “How’m I supposed to get rid of them if they can feel?”
“I don’t have all the answers,” the face replied dryly, “But I can’t say it’s wrong to try to live. Here I am trying to live too, even though I should be dead by now.”
“I thought you said you weren’t from the Philosophy department,” the girl said blandly.
“Maybe I’m branching out?” the face replied with a huff, “Have you considered that?”
“You’re always branching out,” the girl retorted.
The face in the ground stared at her. The girl stared back. They laughed.
“I wonder how long things will last like this…” the face said, “I could lose control tomorrow. You could get bitten by a zombie…”
The girl shook her head, “You talk too much.”
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Submitted by driftea on Fri, Mar 04, 2022 to /r/WritingPrompts/
Full submission hereThe prompt
You're a survivor in a zombie apocalypse, having lost everything in a skirmish, and make it to a ransacked college. Finding an overgrown veggie garden, you meet a zombie who seemed content to live in the ground. You find roots come from his torso. He's... docile. And chatty.
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