Zombies are green. Not so much in the fact of their skin color, but in the fact that they had a small carbon footprint. Two years since “Campi” had won out, and The Earth was healing nicely. No more “Mass Exodus” on the freeways or roads, here the world returned to Nature, and to itself. All of Man's biggest faults seem to shrink back. There was no more "Heir Apparent". Here she knew the truth.
About how the meek would inherit the Earth. No time to idle. The snow had just started to fall, and here and there she saw signs of healing. Some offshoot of green, maybe Evergreen or Ivy. Some signs of red. Where someone, or someone's body parts had been dragged off to be fed on. Bio-degraded in the most efficient way possible. Maybe Evolution was screaming her fucking head off. This is what Man's future lies in. All in all, a nice start to the cold season.
The Almighty Industrial Revolution had ground itself to a halt, and two years later, it didn't look much better.
A new survival of the fittest. A new evolution of Man. Typhoid, Rubella, Measles... Eradicated. Being dealt with when it appeared. Humanities future lies in it's ability to adapt, respond, react.
Campion... To be dealt with and done away like so many diseases of the past. Except one... The one the world forgot about. A.I.D.S. , H.I.V. Now just another Racial prejudice that ends up down the toilet. It becomes us, them, and the unexposed.
The spark of potential exists in all Humanity. How many Mozart's or Piccasso's died in our past? The measure is in the one's that did make it, and did make an impact, for the one's that survived. We make our own chance at this.
Enough writing for tonight. She lay back and wound down the day. U.Kansas library. She had found some food, and loads of batteries to power her mini-recorder, and her mini-cam. After she ate, she had found a secure power line to the research facilities computers. All these months, and it was still in service. Putting everything on a jump drive, she drank a cup of soup and read some of the old papers around her. She had decided to update her journal and had brought her record up to speed. Two days to get here, and she needed the sleep. She had just hit a pharmacy in town, a big CVS, and had been able to get eight of the twelve medicines that she needed for her daily dose. Maybe they had something experimental on the premises. Her sleeping bag and cot lay set up in a corner of the office she was in. The first thing she had set up when she got there, knowing in the cold weather, she would need to rest, and recharge. The download would take care of itself. Sleep. And the dreams...