No one ever admits, even to themselves, that they are unhappy. I'm not happy. Are you happy? Look around you. The zombie world hasn't changed much. We walk, mostly in groups, we moan, we eat, we don't sleep and we don't think. Wait! I withdraw my last statement. I think, however, that I am capable of thinking. Maybe I'm just weird. What else is there to do with time when you have eternity to punish yourself? Stop dreaming. I'll tell you what happened. “You on your back.” » said the professor. “John.” " Yes ? » “Can you write the first thing that comes to mind on this blackboard, please? » » She asked with her usual zombie smile while pointing to the blackboard behind her. “I want to kill you; Do you want me to write? I thought silently. The whole class roared with laughter as if they knew what I was thinking. I was standing there, right in front of the blackboard, preparing to write down my beautiful thoughts when the bell rang. 'Perfect!' I thought. All my classmates, the other zombies, stood up and the moaning became incomprehensible. They were just moaning. I left too. In the afternoon, I was walking in the park when I heard a group of zombies talking about viruses, humans and threats. I couldn't ignore those words and from where I was standing I said, "What are you talking about?" At first they ignored me like I was talking to another zombie. “What are you guys talking about?” Yes, all of you! » I repeated. “It’s none of your business,” they said, turning their heads away. “If your words talk about viruses and threats, then that’s my business too.” I said, “Go away, kid.” » They said without moving their deformed heads. " NO ! " I cried. 'I insist, you have to tell me.' 'If we tell you what we're discussing, will you promise to leave us alone?' ...... middle of paper ......d something zombies lack, like real emotions, connection, especially to be able to feel again. To feel life. »No one said a word after that. We all remained silent as if considering Carl's last statement. I knew then what was happening to me, and from the look on Carol's face, I'd say she knew it too. “Carl.” I said, “Yes, what is it, John?” » I think I know what you went through and why you changed. At least, I think so. I looked curious. "How?" He said, "Since that day in the park, since I first saw you... Since then, something in me has changed." I looked at him carefully and said. “I felt water coming out of my eyes.” “Can you cry?” Carl looked surprised. "Crying? Is that what they call it? I said. "So yes, I cried." For the first time, I closed my eyes and tried to remember what that I felt while crying I wanted to feel it again; I wanted to be like them, alive..