It’s time for another week of inane zombie themed posts! That’s right, its ‘Zombie Week 2012’ – where once again I rant and rave about the undead and also try to gather a bit of research material for my upcoming zombie apocalypse novel – yeah, I’m still writing that one, blame other novels for getting in the way. If you don’t know what Zombie Week is all about, or just want to see what last year’s version was like, then check out Zombie Week 2011 under the Useful Posts link.
I think we covered most of the obvious subjects last year; conventions and rules, fast zombies vs. slow zombies, science, weapons, biology, killing your family, and even zombie badgers! This year I want to concentrate on giving my novel a touch of realism, since we’ve covered most of the sciencey/weirdy bits already.
So first things first – anyone out there already have a zombie escape plan in mind?
Have you got your BOB packed and a shotgun propped up against the backdoor, just in case? Do you know where you’ll go when news of a viral outbreak hits, or will you just wing it? Are you going it alone or will you work with others to survive?
We all like to think we’d be cool as a cucumber in certain situations, but in reality could you really turn into Rick Grimes after seeing your family turned into Zombie chum?
I’d like to hear what you think you’d do if you heard news of a zombie outbreak.
Let’s say the news has been covering a viral outbreak for a few days now, and it’s getting closer and closer to your quiet little community.
One night you hear a noise outside and peak through the curtains. A shadowy figure is hunched over a large object. You grab your baseball bar/candlestick holder/plastic spatula and head on out to investigate. When you reach your neighbours garden the floodlight above their door springs to life and illuminates a bloodied figure chewing on old Mr. Wilson. You drop your spatula and flee back to your house. You grab for the phone but there’s no dial tone. You turn into an idiotic movie character by saying ‘hello’ a few times to the dead line. The power goes out and the neighbourhood is plunged into darkness. At the sound of your girly shrieks and profanities the zombie outside suddenly takes an interest in your house.
It’s heading right towards you, dragging one broken foot across your driveway.
It’s getting closer…
…and he’s brought friends…
What do you do? Where do you go?