So, Bryn blogged today about various and asundry apocalyptic scenarios. And I am a teeeeeeeeny bit ashamed to admit that I made an appearance in her post. Yes, you guessed it, I'm the "online writing friend" with a zombie phobia.
True story. They freak me right the fuck out.
Robots don't bother me. You can break those. People don't bother me. You can break those too. But when the broken people get UP again, and shamble after you moaning...I am SO gone. And don't even get me started on whatever creative genius dreamed up FAST zombies. How is that even fair??? Corpses are supposed to stay still, people!
I do intend to write a zombie book one day, mostly as a form of therapy. Right now, I'm leaning toward telling the tale of the last bastion of human civilization, near the arctic circle ('cause frozen zombies are immobile zombies. No body heat, get it?). And of course, they are being threatened by global warming, and every year, the circle of frozen paradise is shrinking, and the zombies are advancing.
Wait...this was supposed to be theraputic how?