a morbid thought - don't you just love those?
Sometimes I wonder where I'll be when the zombies attack. Will I be at the customer service counter at a barnes and noble, ask if they need anything and then be eaten alive right then and there? (of course this would fully depend on if it's a slow day at the bookstore as the zombie would probably go for the customers looking around before coming up to customer service, giving me ample time to lock myself up in the break room) Or will it take place at the ATM when the computer says "would you like another transaction", the zombie would be hiding under my car, jump up and bite off my arm leaving a flesh wound that would later result in me becoming one of them (that is if I drive fast enough before it gets a chance to climb on to the top of my car, it's mummified limbs flailing trying so desperately to hold on)? Or worse yet, will it happen right in the middle of an episode of Heroes on NBC, at one of those pivotal moments where it would be less than an oppurtune times to be interrupted? Yes, I wonder this ever so frequently. Will there be warning or will it come unexpectedly? Do I have enough provisions (canned food, batteries, shot-gun shells, toilet paper) to exist locked away from that kind of doom?
Oh sure there's that zombie survival guide they've got out there in the humor section, but who, and I really mean this, is going to go out and purchase one when all over the news people are being eaten by the dead? "Oh God, let's get to barnes and noble, never mind the zombie's mumified corpse on the top of our car or the fact that our dog has a rare case of rabies now that a zombie's bitten it - to the zombie survival guide!"
Which leads me to another thing. When push comes to shove, would I be one of those guys with the leather straps, holsters, unkempt facial hair with a wild look in their eye scouting the horizon for the undead? Would I be a renegade in this war who experiments with different tactics in killing them (what by cutting off their head, bullet through the heart or looking for the anti-virus that's been buried underneath a mountain of sand in the nevada desert)? Or would I just accept my fate, crane my neck to the sky and die... or not die, but become the undead, to later be 'killed' by the renegades out there?
And why do zombies want to eat flesh anyway? why not grab a hamburger? Never once have we seen in the movies a zombie walk up at the drive through window and speak into the little box "hello, i've recently become undead, may I have two cheese burgers, extra bacon, with lettuce, tomato, and onion? Oh, and can you add a large fry and a cherry shake with that please? I'm feeling ravenous today." No, they automatically go for the flesh. Yuuuuuuuum.
Granted i know very little about the laws of these things, but these thoughts, they do plague me at times. Does anyone else think about this kind of stuff?
Oh sure there's that zombie survival guide they've got out there in the humor section, but who, and I really mean this, is going to go out and purchase one when all over the news people are being eaten by the dead? "Oh God, let's get to barnes and noble, never mind the zombie's mumified corpse on the top of our car or the fact that our dog has a rare case of rabies now that a zombie's bitten it - to the zombie survival guide!"
Which leads me to another thing. When push comes to shove, would I be one of those guys with the leather straps, holsters, unkempt facial hair with a wild look in their eye scouting the horizon for the undead? Would I be a renegade in this war who experiments with different tactics in killing them (what by cutting off their head, bullet through the heart or looking for the anti-virus that's been buried underneath a mountain of sand in the nevada desert)? Or would I just accept my fate, crane my neck to the sky and die... or not die, but become the undead, to later be 'killed' by the renegades out there?
And why do zombies want to eat flesh anyway? why not grab a hamburger? Never once have we seen in the movies a zombie walk up at the drive through window and speak into the little box "hello, i've recently become undead, may I have two cheese burgers, extra bacon, with lettuce, tomato, and onion? Oh, and can you add a large fry and a cherry shake with that please? I'm feeling ravenous today." No, they automatically go for the flesh. Yuuuuuuuum.
Granted i know very little about the laws of these things, but these thoughts, they do plague me at times. Does anyone else think about this kind of stuff?