Past:
"What if," Narak began slowly, "we stop thinking about becoming human again… and make everyone else like us?"
The green-skinned zombie king tilted his head. "You mean… turn everyone into zombies?"
"Yes," Narak said firmly. "If everyone is a zombie, no one will be treated like an outcast. There will be no humans to hate us. No humans to kill us. No humans to tell us to leave."
The gray-skinned one scratched his chin. "But… if everyone's a zombie, who will we eat?"
Narak's lips curved into a faint smile. "We will not need to eat humans. We can change. We can grow our own food, build our own homes, and make our own rules. And maybe… maybe we can even become human again in time."
The brown-skinned zombie king leaned forward. "How can you be so sure? No one has ever done that."
Narak's eyes darkened, but there was a flicker of hope in them. "Because it is happening to me."
The others looked confused. "What do you mean?" the green-skinned one asked.
