Everything I have written the past two or three months has been on the same theme - the awakening of the zombies now walking the earth, and out finding that our true powers are rooted in love. I really thought this was going to be different, but here it is again.

She thinks he's an idiot, and he is. But by the end of the story, the absurdity of his notions and how they come to be (to not sort fold and put socks in a sock drawer was told to him by his telly), finally becomes clear to him and he can now think for himself, zombie no more. She's never been a zombie, just tolerating them because they pay her to. But the moment she has been waiting for, that moment when the zombies start to think for themselves, has come by the end of my little story. She doesn't love him at all. Although I did not know that at the time I started writing. I didn't know anything!!! Love freewriting.