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False Prejudice

I feel I get stereotyped everywhere I go. It’s not easy. Living your life day after day and getting scared looks from people, it’s disheartening. I just wish we could be accepted and not feared.

I’m not afraid to say it either, yes I am a Zombie.

We are not dumb, we are not stupid or lust after brains all the time. We’re just like you, when we are hungry we want to eat. Sure there are those who just wake up and have lower intelligence, but those are the ones who give us a bad name. I was lucky, when I was re-born as a zombie, I had a good family who treated me right, and taught me great values. Of course my first instinct is to rip your head off and suck your brains out like it was chicken soup, but I, like all of my zombie friends, have learned to control our urges. If we want brains, we just hit up the local science lab and have at it. Sure pickled brains isn’t the greatest, but that’s nothing a little paprika wouldn’t fix.

So, don’t let the uneducated few ruin it for the rest of us.

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