You can’t move for the dead these days. Hunched and drooling, shambling about with
their incessant moaning and expressionless faces.
But at 5pm you’re allowed to leave the workplace and the need to blank
out pummelling their heads in with a baseball bat reduces to a low hum. The dead on TV are much more
interesting. And they’re less likely to
want to discuss Top Gear with you. EVEN
THOUGH I HAVE TOLD YOU I DON’T WATCH TOP GEAR.
Obviously being a PDS sufferer is going to leave a few
mental scars to go with the usual physical scars. Memories of ripping the flesh off people for
a manwich certainly puts the concerns with the horsemeat scandal into
perspective. A touch of zombie group therapy is therefore a sensible
move before re-entering society.
Naturally, with people being people, there are some
sections of society that are not too keen on having the PDS living in their
neighbourhood. Particularly in the
village of Roarton, where the authorities left the inhabitants to fend for themselves. That’s government cuts for you. But in a development that would delight David
Cameron and his Big Society plan, the locals formed the Human Volunteer Force
to defend themselves against the ‘rotter’ threat. Well done, everyone.
Except the HVF hasn’t been disbanded and the community is
still full of resentment about their abandonment. There’s probably votes to be had in Roarton
for Ukip, but it’s not likely to be very helpful for the returning Kieren,
despite the make-up, and contact lenses used to lessen the visual impact of
PDS. Anyway, the first of the three
episodes was excellent. Watch it. I
command you as your leader on all zombie related matters.
Over in the Former Western Colonies the authorities seem less
organised in coming to terms with the zombie threat. Which is always a risk in places that insist
in using a ‘z’ in the word. As The Walking Dead heads to its series
conclusion, a more rudimentary form of civilisation is existing. Always a threat when two conflicting groups
are led by one man who has a penchant for keeping zombie heads in fish tanks
and another that wanders off for hours chasing after a vision of his dead wife. It’s challenging circumstances, granted. But
still, you wouldn’t necessarily have these traits as part of your success criteria in a
leadership selection committee.
I do believe I can sort out the problems between the
inhabitants of Woodbury and the prison, though.
Apologies if this has already happened, being a week behind the FWC
broadcast, but wouldn’t it cheer everybody up if Andrea was sacrificed to the
zombies? The world’s worst judge of
character and self proclaimed needlessly demanding spokesperson and mediator for the few humans
lucky enough to fulfil the stupid demographic in a post zombie apocalypse
world has no purpose in this world beyond irritation. No one likes you, Andrea. I bet you would have a needlessly lingering death to just annoy. Die, Andrea, just die.
But in reality, everyone knows an Andrea. You probably work with two or three that you tolerate
on a daily basis. The more I think about
it the more it seems that surviving any future zombie threat is just an
extension of modern life. I think we’ll
be fine. Unless you’re an Andrea,
because I’ll certainly be shooting you in the head as a precaution, just in case.


You'd have to admit the word "zombie" would have a lesser impact if it were spelled "sombie". Which isn't your point. But I'm just saying.
ReplyDeleteAs for Andrea, YES. Your wish may (sort of) come to fulfillment soon. Stay tuned.