I can hear them scraping the door up the stairs. I can hear their moanings and breathing. They've eaten everyone else in the house but me. But I'm next. I know when they come down, they'll poor down the stairs breaking dead bones and create a wave of decay that I can't swim. Will they back me into a corner before they get me? There's no way out
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Langen says that a fear of zombies is a fear of assimilation into mainstream culture. I can buy that too. I'm so used to being different -- mostly in a negative way -- yea... that's high school for ya -- and to be accepted by the mainstream sends a chill up my spine. Like Britaney Spears or buying a minivan is my worst nightmare.
But there's also the 'tortured soul' aspect of zombies. they don't look happy, they look bothered; always wanting brains for food. they have to consume or be in pain and they can never get enough. It's a lot like that in a consumer society -- everyone believes that happiness is just out of reach, but the next thing they buy will get them there. and since they can't be happy, no matter how much they consume, they lose themselves and commit to making others just as unhappy as they are.
I could go on and on about different possibilities of why I"m afraid of zombies.
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