Language Zombie

 

I am the language zombie. I sleeze my way across the floor in perfect silence to find the net terminal, where I infect the web with my rambles of past present and future.

“Halt, who goes there,” They mumble nervously through quivering lips, but I am already behind them accessing the web.

“You need a password to connect!” They say, but I am alert and pay attention when no one else is. The password is mine and I begin my assault on boredom and sleepiness.

I am the language zombie. I log on and write. Fist one blog is infected, then two, then three, until the entire Internet is under the plague. My words slip out my wiry fingers onto the console, and to the trained eye I can make magic happen, but right now I need to read, and build my strength for the final posts by this brain eater.