The Zombies of Our World

The blood sucking zombies that live within the pages of a book are also roaming our world, they free fall from the branches of an old oak tree and latch on to your skin feeding for untold hours. They survive off animal and human blood, they drain you and infect you. They are the silent killers that make nary a sound, drawn to you by the very carbon dioxide that you exhale with each breath. They silently stalk you; you have become their prey the death that they leave you to face will not be a swift one. Your organs will slowly become infected and shut down, your memory dissolves in a fit of pain as the darkness slowly closes in on you with every second that you struggle to stay alive. The battle is to the death, who will win in the end? You? Or the blood suckers. My money is on the blood suckers. I’ve watched the deaths and destruction that they wrought on the unwise population, ticking us off one by one by one. You may be the next victim, yet you will never know until it is far to late.

The blood suckers I speak of are tiny, they are the arachnids that crawl along your skin searching for that perfect vein to attach themselves to. They do so much more than just drain your blood, they pump you full of infections, full of bacteria, parasites and viruses that flourish in their saliva. It takes only mere seconds for your life to change as the killer bacteria enter your blood stream. Ahh what it must feel like to be one of the innocent, to be one of uninfected alas that is a fate that was not meant for me. I was born into this world infected, marked for the vampires to find me and find me they have, year, after year, after year. They love to feed on my blood, I have been infected by these vampire bugs seventeen times in the last decade with more and more infections that threaten to pull me under into the abyss and release my soul into worlds unknown to this one.

You say you wish to know the most uncommon piece of knowledge that I posses? It is a truth that I live with every single day. Knowledge that has come my way through the ticks, as infection after infections has wrought so much destruction on this body that I inhabit. It is a series of truths that my country and its government and doctors continue to refuse even though the truth lies in my very bones. It is a battle of politics versus science and the science is losing and with it Lyme lives are being lost. So here is the truth, Lyme disease kills. Lyme disease is congenital. Long term antibiotic therapy is live saving. Remission is possible. Chronic Lyme disease is real. It takes mere seconds not twenty-four hours to become one of us, to become one of the tick people. I am suffering along with my uncommon knowledge because the people in charge would rather ignore the truth than bring it to the light.

For the most uncommon piece of knowledge in this world is a buried truth.

In the blip of a moment one tiny bug can change your life forever, the world is so wholly fascinating that something as seemingly insignificant as a bug can re write your path. A bug almost killed me, it still threatens my very existence day in and day out, yet I no longer fear them the way others have begun to, I have lived through enough of these infected bugs and yet here I still am.

I became tick woman, a tiny bug infected me with a truth serum, overnight I began to see the truth of the world and its inhabitants around me, finding a different kind of beauty and strength in the earth. A truth serum showed me the strength that already resided in my soul, the fight which inhabits my heart and the pain which now fills my world.

The battles I fight are not only on the microscopic level but out in the big bad world, I fight in the shadows, doctors offices and health units have become sacred battle grounds littered with the broken bodies of the tick people. Many have moved on to battle in universes far, far away never to be heard from again their souls long forgotten and drifting in the wind.

We see the truth around us, we watch as the enemy plies the masses with sugared words of fiction and they fall under the spell of the greedy. The enemy combatants blinded by greed, they think only of themselves as they step on top of our broken bodies in their quests for money and power. We have become the forgotten and the ignored, our blood is tainted, and we are no longer human to the rest of the world, we have become the other, we the tick people.

The blood that flows through our veins is no longer pure, it is no longer human, through our pain we have become stronger than you know. We fight for our lives and the lives of those that we love, we are not survivors, we are fighters, the very thing that is trying to kill us has given us a quiet strength to fight on. You may ignore us, but we know that is only because you are to weak to stand up to the fear of becoming on of us, of becoming one of the tick people. You let your fear rule your world, cowering in the shadows you have become bystanders of the worst kind, ruled no longer by morals but corrupted by fear.

You have much to fear, the bite may very well kill you, you may be sent to other worlds to fight instead of this one and lost forever, but the tick people will never forget you or your pain. The evils of this world are growing when you stand silent, the fight is a bitter one onto death, but it is a just and right fight. We the tick people are still human and one day the truth will set us free.

Or will it. For what becomes of a truth that no one believes?

A truth that exits only in the ticks.

A truth that exits only in the ticks.

A truth that exists only in the ticks.

A truth that exits only in the ticks.

A truth that exits only in the ticks.

A truth that exits only in the ticks.