Yes, I’ve seen this. No, I wasn’t planning to contribute.

For one thing, I’m a busy woman at the moment. For another, I already have more reading material than I can handle as it is — and although I’m sure Ms. Johnson’s ARC would be a real treat, I feel like it would be irresponsible (from a productivity standpoint) for me to actively seek more leisure fiction at this time.

However, I believe that the record will reflect that I have a certain affection for the undead, and when someone suggests that I rewrite a classic bit of literature to include a zombie character, there’s only so much resistance I can muster.

*ahem*

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me;
The wasteland held but just ourselves
And he was a zombie.

We slowly shambled, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My hatchet, and my shotgun too,
For his psychological comfort

We passed the school where children played,
Like cheese sticks lightly browned
We passed the fields of waving hordes,
And the evacuated town.

We paused before a lab that seemed
A scientist’s compound
The guards were scarcely visible
They looked delicious.

Since then ’tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the zombie’s teeth
Were gnawing on my leg.