The Walking Dead

     "Urgggh"        He wasn't sure what that was. He couldn't be sure. How could he? His mental ken was heaving a salient sigh he couldn't register. He tried to make meaning of them to no avail. His patience was being smothered into confetti as the bounty brain mocked the rusty realization he was arriving at. He raised his hampered hands. He was sure of the recent feelings. It was something he could relate to. It was something that kept reaching at the cleavages of his consciousness. But cowtowing was some hibernated jiggery-pokery. He couldn't bring himself to doing that. He tried hard to and wouldn't sway. But the sewn stance of throbbing thoughts caught up with him and rent his rage. Consciousness was supplanted.       Was he really dead was the question that kept mocking his sanity. He could snap at that feeling and rip it out but wishes were better off what they were called. He needn't be so worried. Lie! He needed to. Though he'd had no wife and no kids when he was alive. Or suiting to say, when he used to live on earth before he found himself where he was. He couldn't be sure of what name to call it. Many names assembled at the border of his mental horizon, but worn waves of his rage swept them away. He wasn't actually patient for that. He couldn't help thinking. But the thoughts were not accurate. He could discern that they were defected. He couldn't say by who. He couldn't be sure how the defection made its life, but his gaunt guesses were fleshened. He felt the surge squashing his capillaries. He wouldn't give in easily. But what choice did he have? He was merely a pawn to those feelings. He was just a damp robe smog by dainty drooling of ire. He looked.        A patch or body or lawn of water. It was clearer and longer than the sea. He was standing before the mentioned. He didn't know what name to call it. He couldn't be so sure. There were lots of variations regarding the body of water and the sea he used to see on earth. The lips of the water he saw were sharper and had sassy strains of seduction the earthly sea did not. The water had no waves and were like hewn glasses. Not any kinda glasses, but transparent. He couldn't see the end of the water. He wasn't actually interested in seeing it. All he was interested in was making meaning of the things taunted time had supplanted. He sure wasn't in for gaunt games tossed by churning chance. He was quite bent on knowing what brought him to that spot. But all was to no avail. None was there to speak to him. Was there actually none to speak to him? Hell wrong he was. No sooner was he outta those thoughts than the water heaved a sassy sigh and locks of waters were made.        His stupefication graduated. It elevated from amateur to professional. He knew quite well that nothing. Then he saw a creature coming outta the water. Ah. He would run away. No, he would wait. His thoughts were faster than his patience.