Saturday, 25 February 2012

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I don't know if people know this about me, but I love the idea of zombies.

Zombies are scientifically possible, though, I'd like to believe, highly improbable. Because of numerous parasites, viruses, and nanobots, they are very plausible. I've yet to decide if it's a good thing or not.

I love the idea of a zombie apocalypse and I have no idea why. I know it won't exactly be a good thing if it happened, but there's just something about it that I love, and I can't figure out what. My only motivation for fitness is training for the zombie apocalypse. I can't resist watching zombie movies, and playing zombie games, and reading things about zombies. It's interesting.

At the moment, I am waiting for an app for the iPhone called Zombies, Run! to come out. It's a fitness-game where you are Runner #5 and you are running away from a hoard of zombies. I'm also currently watching the Zombie Cheerleader episode of Misfits and am very much enjoying it, not to mention that I'm lusting over Max Brook's book, The Zombie Survival Guide.

If I had to pick the kind of person that I will be in the zombie apocalypse, I will be a zombie. It's sad to say this, but honestly, I'd be one of the first to go. Rule number one, Cardio. Something I am horrible at, so I'd die first. If I do survive however, I'd be Mia from Zombicorns by John Green. I'd have enough of a heart to take care of my undead family and a pet, but heartless enough to mindlessly blow up a horde, steal supplies from supermarkets and hijack a ferrari. I'd have a baseball bat or a hammer as a melee weapon, because they're relatively light and easy to carry. A katana is better, but it's harder to find and control, and I probably would slice my own hand off first. If the number of ammo didn't matter, I'd have a submachine gun or an AK-47. I don't believe in this one-shot headshot double-barrel shotgun bullshit, because my accuracy is not the best, and spamming shots just feels good (I assume).

I just finished watching the ASBO5 kill zombie cheerleaders and I mentally jizzed all over the place. And I thought Misfits couldn't get any better.

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