"Don't say that!" "What?" "That!" "What?" "The zed-word. Don't say it!"
Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse's shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller
It's wierd. I love a good zombie movie or video game. But I'm abso-fucking-lutely terrified of the concept of seeing such a scenario actually take place. Probably because I know I'd never survive. Even if the zombies were the classic concept of insatiable, shambling fiends, I'd miss a gunshot, trip and fall, hell, just get fucking winded and that'd be it. And that's just in the abstract. Dwelling deeper, there's no worse way I can imagine finding out there is a God, and whooo boy, is He pissed. Seriously.
But damn I love me some zombie games.