Self has already blogged about this story, Carrie Ryan’s “After the Cure.” It is so bleak and beautiful.
What’s the use of being a “rehabilitated” zombie when everyone still hates you?
Self gets that
feeling, she really does.
In her previous post, she mentioned something about a woman’s body floating in a pool. But she chickened out of posting Ryan’s actual descriptions of the body.
The further along self gets in the story, however, the more she realizes that this body is somehow emblematic, a recurring image.
So, without further ado:
Her body floats in the pool. She’s on her back, arms trailing out by her sides. She’d sunk at first, right after giving up the fight for air, but then sometime later, when I was asleep, she bobbed to the surface and has been drifting through the stagnant water ever since.
I am so lonely that I consider attempting school in the morning.
The juxtaposition there — it just kills self.
(Also, this story reminds self so much of Isaac Marion’s novel Warm Bodies. Only with genders switched. For that matter, it could be The Hunger Games. Katniss = rehabilitated zombie narrator and so forth)
Here’s another excerpt, the narrator’s memories of when she used to be a zombie:
When we hunted, we were sleek and beautiful in our unity, calling to each other as we ran, no such thing as an obstacle in the night.
In a sick way, we all meant something to one another.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 
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