When I went through the material from a creative writing class I took, I noticed that it was something like 70% sci-fi, 95% dark, 10% mystery, 10% poetry and 98% unread. I decided that I might as well post some of it somewhere, and I did in the creative writing thread, and no one in all likelihood ever read any of it. So I've decided to post the same story here. I guess I'll post more of the stories if anyone is interested at all
The Declaration of Zombiekind
As one of the most well-versed in the languages spoken and written by the humans of lands faraway, it has fallen upon me to compose this declaration.
Since times immemorial, our clan has lived in this valley, hidden away in the the heart of the African continent. Throughout our history, we have limited our interactions with the local tribes due to our fundamental differences. The local tribes have also mostly avoided us, steering clear of our hunting grounds.
There were of course occasional forays from some of the tribes, but we fought back using our natural abilities, and inflicted sufficient losses to convince them to stay away from us. From our side, there were always the few whose hungers overpowered their reason, whose cravings forced them down an unforgivable path, one against all our ethics. Most of those were put down by us, and those who escaped us, by the local tribes. Thus, we cohabited relatively peacefully for many millenia.
Towards the 13th century of your calendar, those known to you as the Mali Empire, decided to “purify” our valley, and started large scale raids against us. At first we only saw it as retaliation for the hurts several wayward members of our kind had recently done to them, but it soon transpired to be more serious than that. Facing extinction, we were forced down a path that we abhorred. Our ruling council decided that for survival's sake, we must fight back, attack their lands, and intentionally infect their own to swell our numbers.
After much bloody campaigning and severe losses from their side, the rulers of Mali proposed a truce which we gladly accepted. We returned to our valley, and enjoyed a peace that would last several centuries.
During that time our numbers slowly grew, and news of our existence started to spread to the many corners of the world. Now holding our kind in great respect, the Mali Empire and those that ruled the area after them, left us alone, apart from the occasional criminal that they sent to us as sacrifice.
Some time later, the inhabitants of neighbouring areas experienced great turmoil. It was due to the arrival of Europeans, and their superior weaponry. Our kind stayed away from the conflict, and lived as we always had. Expeditions entered our territory with greater frequency, more out of ignorance than malice; we avoided them as much as possible, only fighting them when attacked.
Due to our leniency, information about our kind and of our whereabouts spread to unsavoury ears during the 1980s. Ruthless men, who thought of us as high-end game, decided to eliminate us, for no other reason than our existence. Such actions were borne as long as we could, though our policy of non-aggression made us very vulnerable to their attacks. As local authorities condoned or supported the actions of the poachers who'd assaulted us, our position went from bad, to worst, to nearly unbearable. We knew that any wide-scale retaliation would bring the governments of men to eradicate us as harmful pest.
The aggressive factions of our people started gaining more support. They were still saying, as they had said for centuries, that the humans would be happier as one of us, that we would live in greater safety, comfort, and peace. Those ancestral arguments, which had fallen on deaf ears for aeons, started to be listened to. The fact that turning humans into our kind without permission, was firmly against all our laws, customs, and ethics, started to fail as a moral deterrent, in the face of a threat to our existence.
What it all amounted to, was whether or not we should fight humankind for survival. Whether we should put our lives in front of human existence in their current state. Whether the death of our people, culture, belief systems, weighted more than the existence of humans in a permanent state of war among each other, instead of a more benevolent state as one of us.
We deeply apologize, and hope you understand our choice.
Sorry, humans, we are coming.