Monday, September 13, 2010

Marco Polo and the Zombie

The following excerpt is from Marco Polo’s diary. This passage was meant to be included in Il Milione, the published version of his diary from his travels in Asia, but it was ultimately censored by the Catholic Church. As scholarly and informed as The Zombie Survival Guide has proven to be, the passage found there about Marco Polo is sadly inaccurate. Here is the real story of Marco Polo and the zombie.

I was traveling to Xanadu to meet with the Great Khan with my faithful guide. We had just passed through the city of Kan-Chau and night was descending upon us. We decided to set up our tents and rest the night, for we could not make it to the next town, Etzina. We built a small fire to keep warm and went to sleep. A few hours later, we were awakened by a rustling and moaning in the bushes. I sent my guide to see what sort of animal was in distress. It was a man! He had been injured and was bleeding from wounds on his arms that looked as if he had been mauled by an animal. His clothes were torn and stained red with his blood. The man fell unconscious when my guide helped him over to our fire. We cleaned and bound his wounds while he slept. We waited until morning to see if he would awaken, but he did not. He had expired over night. We said a prayer for him. Then we commenced to dig a shallow grave to save the unfortunate man from eternal damnation. Midway through our digging, we heard a moan. Had we mistaken this man for a corpse? I would have sworn to the Great Khan himself that the man had been dead. My guide bent over the man to check on him. Suddenly, the man took the guide by the shoulders and tore out his neck with his teeth. As I stood horrified, the man continued to devour my guide as the lifeblood poured over his face. In a panic, I looked around for a weapon. I took my sword from my pack and stabbed the man in the chest. He barely looked up from the guide, exhibiting not even discomfort from the mortal wound. I stared in disbelief, not knowing what to do. I freed my blade from the monster and decapitated it with one swift stroke. His body stopped moving, but the head still bit and snarled at me. I buried the corpses and hurriedly left, wanting to get as far away from the horrific scene as possible. I took the monster’s head with me as a gift for the great Khan as a sign of my loyalty. I wrapped it up in many layers of cloth. When I arrived at Etzina, I purchased a glass jar to carry the monster’s still animated head in. After a long and arduous journey, I presented this to the great Khan. He was very pleased with it and left it on display for all to see.

**This post is for Velvet's September Zombies.**

11 comments:

Zombie Girrrl said...

Excellent! The world's first "head in a jar"!

Sullivan McPig said...

I can understand why it was censored. what a cool tale.

Carlos Antunes said...

Great post. Loved it, really!
:D

fredamans said...

Sick photo! Great post!

Andrea I said...

Icky photo. I do like The Zombie head in a jar idea.

Unknown said...

Such a cool post. At first, I thought the dude was already a zombie.

vvb32 reads said...

wonder how long that head stays animated. so cool if it was trying to snap at whoever looks up close.

Kulsuma said...

ick!

I wonder if the body reawakens and comes looking for its head and has a standoff with the Khan! That'd be awesome!

xlacrimax said...

Oh my, now I will be afraid to help wounded strangers!

k_sunshine1977 said...

so now i want to know....what does the head do in the jar? just scream a lot? try to bite the glass?

k_sunshine1977 at yahoo dot com

Kelly aka yllektra(I Work For Books) said...

OMG!
So the head kept being "alive"inside the jar, trying to bite someone?
That's pretty creepy! XD

But hee, clever Marco found the way to kill it!
Thanks for this post!!