Pick Bunny’s Brainz

This stuff was really fun to toon. Thanks for saying my stuff is looking good, Suzanne! Hmm, maybe I could put a little how-to about Toon-FX up here. Haha as if I could ever be the expert on anything!

This girl Hillary made a good point on my last blog. She was like “why don’t you protect yourself by making more zombies?”

Even a couple weeks ago, I’d have said that was totally gross and weird, but now? I’ve got the girls to think about, and they need to eat, and we really probably do need more zombies around us, just to protect ourselves.

I mean, why should we be the only ones?

I’ve been thinking about it, and doing my yoga breathing (my mom would be so thrilled), and here’s the thing: I’ve been in the mind this whole time that it’s wrong to bite people because eating people and turning them into zombies is horrible.

And maybe eating people is horrible, but IS BEING A ZOMBIE REALLY HORRIBLE?

Because if being a zombie isn’t all that bad, then it’s not really bad to create zombies, right?

When you’re in Pranayama, my mother says you can either ask the universe a question, or just be open to whatever wisdom it’s willing to give. So I asked, “Is it totally gross and weird to make zombies?”

When I was done the exercise, this is what I knew:

The question isn’t “Is making zombies weird and gross?” The question is “Is there any such thing as weird and gross?”

The world is full of perverts and disasters and sad things and rotting things and vomit and disease and mutations that are physical and mental. So is anything actually weird or gross?

The answer is NO, which is the opposite of everything I’ve ever thought. Woah.

So back to the point: Is there a place in the universe for zombies?

The answer is blurry. It’s like one of those old zen master questions. The answer is YES and NO.

And this one was seriously hard to turn into a comic!

This is nothing like when Mr. Loughtree disappeared. People are freaking out about Misha being missing. The school is covered in posters of her face and there are cops here every day, even on the weekend.

Because they found Mr. Loughtree decapitated, it’s a total panic situation. They even came down and searched the entire school basement this morning. Me and Mish had to hide in this really gross little crawl space. Lucky she’s quiet when I tell her to be.

I’m starting to think that I can kinda tell other zombies what to do. Like they can understand the words coming out of my mouth, even if they don’t make sense anymore, and they have to listen to me or something.

But that’s not the point. I was saying that when we were in the crawlspace, it was really dark and really kinda slimy because we were squished up against each other in this tiny space, and that’s when I blanked out and had a weird dream.

In the dream, the cool part was that I was alive. But everything else was kind of freaky.

First I was moving down some weird old tunnel, and I felt like I was underground, but I don’t know why.

Then the scene skipped, and I was tied down to some rough surface, and the only light was really red and flickery.

I was naked, which was totally embarrassing, and these kind of dark, ghosty shapes were pouring something sticky and sweet-smelling all over me. One of the shapes lunged at me, and the face looked like a monster’s face.

I was scared, and then suddenly Lance was there. He came out of the darkness and at first I thought he was one of the ghosts, but then he put his lips up to my ear and whispered, “It’s nothing personal, Bun.”

Weird, right? What do you make of something like that? Especially considering I haven’t had a dream since I became a zombie…

P.S. - Ever tried tooning a nightmare? It’s really hard!