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.