Zombies
Dead
Rotting Flesh
Corpses shuffling
Unnatural movement limbs fall
Off
Drop
Fingers and
Flaps and bits of flesh
Stinking, nasty in the
Sun
Moans
Unearthly
Sounds that echo through
Abandoned streets; people hunker
Down
Hide
All living
Breathing beings for
You are only brains on the
Hoof
Dead
Are walking
And are stalking all
Of those who are left; hunting
You
5/17/11
Form: crown oddquain
Before I met my husband, zombies just were not my thing. In fact, this particular type of undead actively creeped me out. Ever since he managed to sit me down and make me watch Shaun of the Dead, though, I have begun to like this particular horror genre.
Don't get me wrong, the prospect of zombies does still give me the chills. My husband is convinced that since the idea has been put out there, there will be some asshat out there that will manage to make it actually happen, and Z day is something that will happen no matter what we do.
Much like Judgment Day (the Terminator variety).
I am working on getting more in touch with Rule #1 (Zombieland). Otherwise, I will be one of those poor fat fucks that get eaten.
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