Coffee Zombie. The end.

The whole story

Due to logistics problems, it was impossible to give life to the project I had in mind to participate in the @kommienezuspadt contest, which this week had as its theme that fantastic world of brain-eating. Zombies

But as often happens, I inevitably fell into thoughts parallel to the subject in question. Thinking in a rambling manner should also be considered as a kind of talent.
So I ended up with this idea that zombies feed of brains because they lack one. And there is a class of humans, class to which I belong, to which the brain goes off when it is time to sleep. And if it does not turn off, it travels through a space-time channel and ends in an alternative dimension and in the same way becomes useless. If this happens when one sleeps for a few hours, when one dies, the effect should be much worse.
The point is.. that every morning, when I relive, I need to recover a brain.
That elixir known as coffee, allows me to perform that magic.
Aspire the aroma and the first gulp, establish the necessary connection to give the spark and re-ignite the boot system and to take back that lost mind in a distant world.
So, if one day after the Apocalypse, I get up and start walking around and one of you sees me, do not fear, I am harmless.
Just give me a cup of coffee.
…Or several.

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With zombie love
-Monk