[ WP ] The dead begin to rise as zombies , but have no interest in human flesh or brains , preferring normal human food sources .

NO ZOMBIES ALLOWED 
 
 The sign hung high in the window of *Jerry's Cafe* on Anza Street. 
 
 `` What a fucking asshole,'' Joe grumbled behind me. `` You would think the civil rights never happened, that no man was created equal. This is bullshit.'' 
 
 I just nodded my head at Joe and continued to stare at the sign blankly. There was no changing our predicament. We'd been brought back to life like so many others with no understanding of why it happened or how to put an end to our misery. Anyone who died on October 24th of 2014 crawled out of the grave to rejoin the living a week later. 
 
 At first everyone freaked out. People shot us. People hit us with their cars. People set us on fire. But there was no killing us; we would just re-materialize back into the state we were in when we first crawled out of the grave. For some, re-materializing was n't so bad. More than half of the dead were just paler versions of their living selves, and the living were n't that afraid of them. That was the case for Joe. He had overdosed on some pain killers when he was alive and woke up craving pancakes. 
 
 `` All I want is some god damn breakfast food, and fucking Jerry's fat ass wo n't let us in his restaurant because we smell funny and some of us are... a... little *off-putting*,'' Jerry stumbled over his last few words as he looked at me. I nodded back at Joe. 
 
 `` Can you believe we used to work for that fat fucker and he wo n't even let us in to grab some fucking grub? We have money, and, damn, do we have appetites. He's fucking missing out on a serious payday,'' Joe rubbed his rumbling belly and I noticed that mine was growling, too. 
 
 That was the one thing that did n't make any sense other than us reanimating. When we came back, we came back with these insatiable cravings for the food we loved most when we were living. We could eat and eat and eat and we would never have to stop. We never had to defecate either. The food just vanished. It was as if the food was falling into a black hole inside us. *Poof. * *Gone. * 
 
 But the hunger would remain after we stopped eating. 
 
 Joe looked at me with mischief in his eyes, `` Say David, what do you think will happen if we just... walk right in?'' I shook my head trying to let Joe know that walking in was a very bad idea. Jerry was n't the friendly liberal type that called us `` rebirthers.'' Jerry was the type to kidnap us and take us some place secluded for target practice. He did n't believe that the dead had souls, so there were no damning repercussions that jeopardized his entrance through the pearly gates... 
 
 I do n't recall any pearly gates when I died. I do n't recall any burning fires, either. In fact, I do n't recall anything between the time I died and the moment I crawled up through the earth. I'm not saying that there is n't a heaven or hell, but I just ca n't recall it. 
 
 Joe opened the door to *Jerry's Cafe. * 
 
 Fuck. 
 
 I reached out to Joe trying to stop him, but he shrugged me off and smiled, `` C'mon, what's the worst he can do?'' 
 
 Joe walked into *Jerry's Cafe* leaving me on the sidewalk. I wanted to scream at him, but I could n't. I had nothing to speak with. I had lost my jaw rushing Joe to the hospital on that fateful night of October 24th. I had hit a truck going 80 miles an hour without wearing a seatbelt. My face had been the first part of me to hit the cement and the velocity of my body leaving the car had pushed my face another twenty yards across the road. My mother told me when I came back that the funeral had been closed casket. 

