The First day of Freedom
In my old life, I worked as a barista at a swanky coffee shop. I was the cute Asian girl everyone liked to hit on. I smiled when I needed to. I kept my eyes lowered when I needed to. I would take all my pent up anger and frustration at customers and put it into my Kung Fu training. You see, our family has this special sword. My mom gave it to me. I I learned how to use it a little bit. It was real easy to learn actually. It's more like a freestyle sort of form. And you say the "Hail Mary" prayer while you do it and the techniques just come out.
I did it every day as a child.
"Have you done your sword prayer Alicia?" my mother would ask. And then later this nun helped me with it too. It was some secret sort of sect with in the Catholic Church of lesbian nuns who secretly did Manachaean Gnostic rites and were influenced by Buddhisms Eightfold Path. Heretics. Not that any of that matters now.
As an adult, I used this prayer 3-20 times a day, like punching a pillow, striking air with my special sword, which was ugly and kind of heavy.
But today, on my first day of freedom, I let it loose. A whole hoard of zombies descended on Boston's Chinatown. Many were old customers, friends, some distant family probably. For the first time, I knew. I could kill. I could kill and it would be merciful. I would be like Kwan Yin the Goddess of mercy freeing soul from their bondage.
My Hail Mary could cut the heads of the Zombies off and slit the throats of the crazed men who took advantage of the situation to rape and pillage.
I wasn't the cute Asian girl. I was a death goddess of Holy Light.
Each time my sword tasted blood it grew stronger and in my ecstacy I felt that I could fly. I killed people too. Not the innocent of course. Most people are waiting until it gets that bad that they have to do that. They want to go through all the canned goods first. I ordered my army of women and children not to. Soon all the humans will be dead or Zombies. We can't eat Zombies... or not for certain yet. I will capture some evil humans and make them eat zombie meat and obesrve what happens. But it's only 10:00 am on my first day of freedom, you know what I'm saying? I have big plans if I make it but so far it's just hacking away and protecting people with potential.
I roasted up a good amount of other survivors because they were bad people. You can ask "How can I determine that?" I don't. My sword does. And the fact that they were real jerks when they bought coffee from me. We roasted them up real good in a Siu Lap place we took over. You know, Char Siu, Hau Yuk, the Roast duck places in Chinatown that hang the meats in the window? I commandeered a section to be a vegetable garden... again have to see about Zombies for fertilizer.
People are afraid of those hordes of Zombies. I say let them come. I put their heads on sticks and me and some children made a skull wall a mile long. Guess what, it seems to turn the zombies back.
People cry when their relatives are bitten. I kill their relatives and them without blinking. They are in a better place now. And I am in a better place now.
People think this is the zombie apocalypse. I say everyone was zombies before, coming rudely for their coffee handing over money that represents time at a job they don't like marching slowly towards death, hands out for their cup of dark blood of anti-christ communion with a fancy sleeve or straw on it that they can show off to other people on the street.
Others call it the zombie apocalypse.
Live or die.. I call it the first day of Freedom.
The Monkey and the Maiden
"Get Out!" she screamed wailing baby in hand, "Why don't you go make some money to feed this family!" As Kwan Yin yelled at Wukong five little monkeys were jumping on the mattress of the crowded one room studio apartment in Chinatown. One did a flip and landed on her head which cause the floor to open up. His bed poked through the bedroom of the downstairs neighbors, a group of bachelors, one of which had taken his day off to invite a lady friend over.
His lady friend screamed and brought her arms to her chest.
Kwan Yin was distracted and didn't noticed all of this. She was focusing her vengeful "mercy" on Wukong. She bared her breast and the baby sucked on it and was instantly calm. The monkey who had hit his head brought it back through and whispered for his sister, who was the quickest with the magic training, to help out. She now poked her head through.
"Continue as before." she waved her hand at the couple in their 20's as if they were the children and she were an adult, thought she was in her 10's. And then she withdrew her head and sealed the floor up by putting her palm over the hole... good as new. Kwan Yin and Wukong would argue about which side she got her talent from. They even argued about her looks because she looked more human than monkey, but nothing like Kwan Yin. Her hair was blond. Wukong's argument was that she used magic to make herself lok that way. Kan Yin argued that they would be able to see through that.
They had named her April, but at 7 years old she had declared her name to be Freyja.
"Just get you and your monkey butt out of here!" yelled Kwan Yin. "And take some of these damn offspring with you," She picked them up and threw them at Wukong.
"Someone would call the police." Wu Kong thought. But Wu Kong, though he paid the rent sporadically, always paid so much money it was ridiculous.
"Been!" Wu Kong said stepping out the door and transforming into a human. He glared at the children. Some of them made very bad transformations... he helped them along.
Wu Kong grabbed all the children on a cloud and flipped them over to the Boston Common where he left them at the playground.
"Stay here." he said, "If anyone bothers you... yell for me." He turned to leave and then thought better of it. He pulled off some hairs and chewed them up and spit out 20 young female baby sitters who appeared to be in their 20's. He made them of varying weights heights and sizes. Pretty ones might attract too much male attention and distract from keeping an eye on the children. But they would come in handy in terms of talking to police.
Wu Kong jogged around Boston Common and then did a flip into the air. He looked down and over at New York City. He spotted what he was looking for. An armored truck. He pulled out his golden staff out of his ear and was about to crack it open like a nut.
He lifted his leg to come down with the staff on the vehicle, when he heard a voice.
"Wukong! How could you? There are people in there."