muskrit's plan for zombie attack survival
Aug. 3rd, 2010 03:14 pmI'm about to do something stupid.
I don't know what it is yet; I can just feel it's coming.
This is going to seem like a digression but I promise to bring it full circle. Even though I said I wasn't going to watch Highschool of the Dead, I can't seem to stop. Zombies push my horror buttons more than anything else. They instill in me a genuine sense of dread and terror. And by the way, that 2008 remake of Day of the Dead can go fuck itself. All the mockery of slow zombies and declarations that the only way to make zombies scary is to make them fast only makes me think the people saying such things are already dead inside. Zombies aren't scary because of their speed. Or rather, it's their very slowness that adds to the terror. They don't have to be fast to get you. They're going to get you no matter what; they're just going to keep coming, slow and mindless, and they're going to get you, you're going to lose yourself to them.
Lately I've been thinking about zombies more than anyone should, I guess. I've started to feel my soul rotting. If I stay here, I will die; I will be dead on the inside, even though I will keep moving around.
So, not for the first time, I'm going to do something that will look stupid to most people and that I almost certainly will berate myself for down the road. But I guess I'd rather be a stupid muskrit than a zombie.
What I'm going to do is hold on as long as I can, save as much money as possible, and then at the last second, right before I change, I'm going to do my next stupid thing. I'm pretty sure it will involve volunteering at an elephant orphanage for a month or two, then possibly teaching English in China for a while. Because counting how many pieces of fecal matter I walk by every day is just not the way to prove to myself that I'm still alive.
I don't know what it is yet; I can just feel it's coming.
This is going to seem like a digression but I promise to bring it full circle. Even though I said I wasn't going to watch Highschool of the Dead, I can't seem to stop. Zombies push my horror buttons more than anything else. They instill in me a genuine sense of dread and terror. And by the way, that 2008 remake of Day of the Dead can go fuck itself. All the mockery of slow zombies and declarations that the only way to make zombies scary is to make them fast only makes me think the people saying such things are already dead inside. Zombies aren't scary because of their speed. Or rather, it's their very slowness that adds to the terror. They don't have to be fast to get you. They're going to get you no matter what; they're just going to keep coming, slow and mindless, and they're going to get you, you're going to lose yourself to them.
Lately I've been thinking about zombies more than anyone should, I guess. I've started to feel my soul rotting. If I stay here, I will die; I will be dead on the inside, even though I will keep moving around.
So, not for the first time, I'm going to do something that will look stupid to most people and that I almost certainly will berate myself for down the road. But I guess I'd rather be a stupid muskrit than a zombie.
What I'm going to do is hold on as long as I can, save as much money as possible, and then at the last second, right before I change, I'm going to do my next stupid thing. I'm pretty sure it will involve volunteering at an elephant orphanage for a month or two, then possibly teaching English in China for a while. Because counting how many pieces of fecal matter I walk by every day is just not the way to prove to myself that I'm still alive.
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