*Childhood fantasies P.1*
The gamer boy wanted zombies to be real. So that one day,he can actually live the adventures he embraced while growing up. As he grew up playing more games, this feeling ascended. Finally, the day he left college and sat on his roof top at a night-when only stars illuminated the sky-inhaling the last puff of his cigarette. He was astonished. As he realized that zombies are real. Living things die and when they resurrect, they do not remain same. Numb, emotionless, selfish, static, inhumane. His heart resembelled his childhood fantasy, which beats with all his might for the prosperity of others was abandoned in the deep shallows and when it returned back to the level. It was static. Like a zombie game, where one person tries to save others but when he is bitten, he takes some rest. When he rises again from the dust, he is same as others. A zombie. The gamer boy instead of living his adventure became the adventure.
Ufff.
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