Prevent Zombies, Cover Your Mouth.

The running joke amongst my family and friends is that (on most days) I pray for the zombie apocalypse. I sometimes categorize people by their usefulness after the said zombie-fication of society. A few weeks ago, a friend said that she had seen something and immediately thought of me-a semi-automatic shotgun. Naturally, I was flattered. :)

Why do I mention my preoccupation with the undead? Well, I've been thinking a lot over the last few days about the particulars of the spread of a zombie plague. Why the past few days? I've just had a lot of time on my hands due to the fact that someone gave me a nasty cold. Weird, huh?

The manner of transmission is what really irks me: uncovered coughing and sneezing. Seriously? If we can't be bothered to cover our mouths with the common cold, how bad is it going to be with something far more serious? Get into practice now, people. You'll be thankful when you're not coughing up a lung (or your brain isn't being eaten).

*Rant off*

*Shuffle, Shuffle*

Okay, so I have a love/hate view of zombies. I'm a huge weirdo. I know I've mentioned that I really don't like scary things, and zombies are scary things. So I have no idea why I'm so into the idea of submitting to a Zombie Anthology.

There are tried and true components with your average zombie: the slow shuffle, the tattered clothes, and the unsightly complexion issues.

But I read a fun article the other day that made me rethink my thinking on zombies. The realistic approach is a little bit more horrifying than the traditional interpretation, don't you think?

Maybe my lil zombies need a teeny revamp. Hehe.