Tuesday’s child is full of…BRAIIIINNSS!

Ok, Tuesday. Not bad as days go, at least it’s not Monday right?

But in the land of the zombie every day is the same. Get up, clear the bodies off the lawn, smash some skulls in, decapitate of few of the undead, and then head out and look for supplies. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.

So my novel concentrates on the aftermath of the zombocalypse rather than the outbreak itself. The undead are already in full swing, chomping and chewing their way through anyone still stupid enough to be out of their protective shelters.

I’m not sure how long it’s been since the initial outbreak, since the government broke down and chaos began to rule. Long enough that people have begun to establish a new society, within the safety of very high walls, and have begun to attempt to form a uniformed front against the undead.

Referring to yesterdays post, it is always prudent to stick with certain levels of believability. Saying that what the hell do I do about my zombies rotting? From the moment they die they ‘should’ begun to decompose. Now it wouldn’t be a very interesting story if the population just had to wait around a few weeks for the zombies to be so gooey it would be like been chased by a six foot jelly. It might be AN interesting story, but it doesn’t suit the needs of MY story.

So I have to change the way they decompose. I have to have something in my story that explains the reasons the zombies are still ‘alive’ and kicking BUT I don’t want to have a scene like this:

JEFF: So, I wonder why the zombies haven’t rotted completely yet?

FRED: Dude, why the hell are you asking that two years in? That’s yesterday’s news…plus there’s a zombie munching on your toes, you might want to do something about that?

JEFF: Yeah, in a minute. But I was just wondering out loud that’s all, and I figured we should have a scientific debate about it. You know to clear things up.

FRED: I don’t care WHY! My family is dead and your foot is been eaten!

JEFF: But ‘some’ people might care *nods head to side* You know?

FRED: Ohhhh, your fictional ‘readers’, the almighty presence you think watches our every move.

JEFF: Yes, let’s stop worrying about our lives and come up with a believable explanation for the almighty reader….hey where the hell is my foo….*drool* BRAAAAAIINNNNSSS!!

Obviously that example was a tad overkill in demonstrating my point, but I think it served its purpose. I never liked it when people started asking questions in books when they really should be more concerned about other things…like body parts been masticated.

The problem of why my zombies aren’t decomposing as fast as they should is still on my ‘list of things to sort’ along with other such gems as:

  • How did the outbreak start?
  • How does the virus work?
  • Does blood infect as well as bites?
  • Would people pull together and work to fix the world? Or separate and take an ‘every man for themselves’ approach?

Feel free to chip in with any answers to the questions above. I’m not asking you to write my novel for me (reckon they bought that?) but I would like to have a bit of a debate to get my mind juices flowing, to get my brain….BRAIN….BRAINNS!… BRAAAAAIINNNNSSS!!


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    • CharmedLassie on March 15, 2011 at 14:11
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    As I'm still practically a zombie virgin I can only comment on question four. People would generally rip each other apart to get to safety, as least that is my pessimistic world view. On that showing perhaps I am ready to become a zombie myself??

    • iZombie on March 15, 2011 at 14:16
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    pork brains, that is gross enough… now add milk gravy… i feel things coming from the back of my throat… gar! great post…

    • Steven Chapman on March 15, 2011 at 14:33
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    A zombie virgin…heh! Yeah, I'm in the pessimistic group as well, but I'd hope – with a bit of direction – we might be able to at least attempt to rebuild society.

    iZombie, do you prefer your brains in a red wine sauce?

    • Chippy on March 15, 2011 at 15:29
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    "chased by a six foot jelly."

    I now have visions of giant jelly babies roaming about the place.

    • Ellie on March 15, 2011 at 15:38
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    Em…brains…yummy. I'll have mine with a side order of chips and a nice bottle of chianti.


    • DAVE@PHOTOCHAPS on March 15, 2011 at 19:53
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    Hmm.. Meat is preserved by dehydration (no fluid = no bacteria). Zombies are cursed in perpetual limbo as the blood they crave hydrates their bodies so they're flexible and able to move about. Unfortunately bacteria thrive and eat away at them resulting in bits dropping off! The more brain juices and blood they consume the more they fall apart. If they don't then they dry up and mumify and the undead have to spend eternity as solid as a rock still craving the blood they need. The ultimate catch 22.

    • Melissa Bradley on March 16, 2011 at 04:04
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    Cool post and something that I will have to think about as I embark on my first zombie tale this year. I rather like the idea of a disease keeping the tissue in a stasis sort of.

    • iZombie on March 16, 2011 at 16:25
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    i love to pick a fresh brain, not out of the can…

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