Pretty much everyone you’ve ever known is going to die in any kind of “apocalypse.” It includes their friends’ and families’ deaths. Now, I’m not telling you what to think, but keep in it in mind that when someone says they wish this would happen, their fantasy includes your death.
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Any movie, TV show or book that talks about a zombie apocalypse involves 99 percent of everyone dying. Now, I’m not going to talk about the likelihood of a zombie event (0 percent possibility), but I do want to talk about what an “outbreak” would mean and why you’re stupid for wanting one.
Let’s be realistic: you’re more likely to be the zombie, battering your face into the other side of the door. They imagine themselves in John’s position, pointing a near-empty firearm at a horde of incoming brain-eaters, preparing for death, when they’re suddenly rescued and taken to safety. How bad could your life possibly be that you would hope for this to happen?Ī lot of people see themselves doing very well in an outbreak. I just wonder why people find this scenario so appealing. I love “World War Z” (the book) and “The Walking Dead.” It’s an interesting idea: being forced into preserving your own life and the lives of your loved ones while the world destroys itself around you. Zombies aren’t real and neither are your chances at surviving any “apocalypse.”ĭespite their abundance, there is nothing wrong with zombies in media, at least not in my opinion.
If you’re reading that story above and thinking, “Um, jetpacks aren’t real,” you need to reevaluate your critical thinking skills. Half of these guys profess to have “plans,” 99 percent of which are pants-on-the-head-retarded. Zombies are stupid but it seems every other guy can go on for ten minutes about how stoked they would be for a zombie apocalypse. He shot out the glass pane and grabbed his compatriot’s outstretched hand, the heavy oak door crumbling as the jetpack carried them to safety … John looked out the window to his right and there was Dillon, hovering outside. With shaking, sweating hands, John chambered one of his last three shells and pointed the shotgun at the door. It smelled like death.Ī sudden, whacking thud drew John out of his stupor and his attention was focused again on his wooden protector, shuddering on its hinges. The sound of sirens was unmistakable, rising above the cacophony of gunfire in the streets below.
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This office had big windows all around and John could see smoke rising all over the city. The room was mostly empty besides a bare desk and high-backed chair. He felt exhausted but he forced himself to calm down and concentrate. Lungs burning, John Doe tore into the abandoned corner office and slammed the door behind him, collapsing breathlessly against the sturdy oak frame.ĭoe collected himself.
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