I like some zombie literature – not the horror kind, I’m
really not into detailed gore. But I really enjoy the ones that use zombies as
the pretext for talking about things that matter. I loved World War Z (although I won't see the movie, there's no way that book can be made into a movie that makes sense and keeps the book intact enough for me), Zone One
and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. Actually, if I’m truthful, I did not like
Pride and Prejudice in the least, but I did like the zombie-fied version. I’m
sure that says something about me and I’ll probably lose my English major card for saying that.
Oh well.
Sometimes I amuse myself by thinking about the modern conveniences
I’d miss should a full blown apocalypse occur. For example:
- Coffee – guessing the grid would collapse before too long so there goes your electricity
- Hot showers – ditto
- Haircuts – what if my stylist were a zombie?
- The cloud – no music, phone service, heck no Angry Birds Space
- My car – pretty much all zombie lit agrees that cars = death traps during the apocalypse so bye-bye Volvo
And then I think about things I’d want in my backpack while fleeing the zombies:
- Nail clippers – I hate it when my nails get long although zombie lore holds that zombies have excellent hearing so maybe I should go with a file
- Vaseline – all-purpose ointment and it wouldn’t take up much room
- Comb or brush plus pony tail holders – since I wouldn’t be able to get my hair cut, I might as well wear it up all the time
- Lots of decongestants – don’t want the sniffles around the walking dead when they hear so well
- Good boots – I had a great pair my parents bought me but they got ruined in our first flood
