Watching The Walking Dead
Warning: Language, general but very spoilers for the Walking Dead, some wonky science.
"Eww, that's disgusting!"
"Caitlin, you're a doctor. You see dead bodies for breakfast. How could you find this disgusting?"
She crinkled her nose. "Cisco, my dead bodies don't usually move around and eat people. How is this scientifically possible anyway?"
"It's just entertainment, OK. It doesn't need to be scientifically accurate."
"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. I expect something better from my protégé," Wells said that with a smile.
"You know what. It's a mistake. I shouldn't have invited you all to experience the fun of The Walking Dead together." Cisco lifted both hands in exasperation.
"That's not fair. I haven't said anything so far," Barry added while he did super-texting.
"That's because you don't even bother to look at the screen for more than one minute at a time. Who are you texting anyway?"
"Mostly Iris. But I also answer some comments on her blog about The Flash."
"A little bit narcissistic, don't you think?" Wells peered at Barry through his glasses.
Barry waved his left hand dismissively. "Nothing like that. She got some attacks on her blog. I'm just defending her. I'll be done in two seconds then we can continue. Sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, and sent. OK, done. What did I miss?"
"Not much. More people got eaten, more zombies got headshots. Talking, talking, and talking. Eaten, eaten, and eaten. Headshot, headshot, and headshot. Talking, talking, …"
Barry quickly put a stop to Caitlin's rant. "OK, OK, I get it."
"Do you? I still don't. How did they get reanimated in the first place? There is no nerve to control the movement. You need air, blood, and muscle strength to move."
Cisco defended, "Their brains are working. They control the movements. That's why destroying their brains is the only way to stop them."
"But they still need to have the nervous system for the brain to send commands to the body. They don't seem to be able to think despite having the brain. To be able to move, they also need a heart, a lung, and the digestive system. How do they expel their food?"
To Cisco's annoyance, he also contemplated Caitlin's questions along with Dr. Wells and Barry. He never thought about that. Damn her for ruining the fun of watching. "You know what? You can all go back to do whatever you do on a Saturday night. I'll just watch this by myself. You just ruin my Saturday. I hope you're happy."
"Sorry. It's just my mind can't turn off anything related to science. I promise I'll be quiet." Caitlin mimed zipping her lips and threw the key.
"I'm fine with watching." Dr. Wells nodded.
"So am I."
Their peace only lasted for eighteen minutes.
"Come on, seriously. Do they have the sense of smell? How could they avoid pursue by using the innards of other zombies? As Caitlin said, they don't have nervous system to begin with." This surprisingly came from Barry. He quickly high-fived Caitlin.
"Thank you, Barry. I've refrained myself from saying this as I promise."
"I've to agree with them, sorry," Dr. Wells added.
"Eighteen minutes, guys, eighteen minutes. Yes, I set the timer after Caitlin's promise."
"Cheer up, a lot of things can happen in eighteen minutes. I could've saved the city twice during that time."
"I'm not sure what the connection is, but thanks Barry."
"To be fair, if you were in The Walking Dead universe, there would be no zombies. You'd dispose of them in no time."
They contemplated what Cisco just said and nodded their agreement.
"True, especially their movements seem to be very slow. Perhaps you need a special training in case of zombie apocalypse." Dr. Wells said it with a smile.
Three of the youngsters stared at him, not really sure whether he was joking. They never knew with him. Dr. Wells remained smiling without giving anything away.
"Moving on, what if Barry became a zombie? Would he be a fast zombie?"
"Of course, Cisco, I'd be the fastest zombie alive, err, undead."
"Hang on! He'd get affected by the same afflictions as others. So, no, he'd be slow. Sorry, Barry!" She grimaced apologetically at him.
"That's all right. If I'm dead, being a fast or slow zombie would be the last thing on my mind."
Cisco shook his head. "Not so fast, I mean, metaphorically, not literally because you'd still be fast literally. The molecular structures of meta-human are different from normal humans so we don't know for sure."
Caitlin bit her lip. "Too bad we couldn't experiment on this because zombie is not real." She ignored Cisco's mumbling "Thanks for ruining it for me, again!" She continued, "What if other meta-humans turn zombies and retain their powers?"
They shuddered collectively at the thought.
"Well, good thing, they're not real so we don't need to worry about it. Yet! Should we return to the show?" Surprisingly, it was Dr. Wells who played as the peacekeeper.
They continued the show with minor bantering and criticizing the science. Even Cisco joined in on the fun. He understood the fun part was not watching it together with friends but spending time with friends he considered as family.
-This is my first time writing for The Flash so I hope the characterization is all right. It's also unbetaed, so I hope the grammar is OK. If you see any mistakes, please let me know.
-I like The Walking Dead. I just think it's valid for people to discuss about a show they like,
-Please tell me what you think.
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