Zombies!

The day may never come. But if it does I am so ready.
Zombie Apocalypse.
I know you. Whenever you enter a new room or building you begin to gauge it’s defensibility. Are the windows shatter proof? Can you blockade the entrances? If so, then with what? And are the walls sound proof, because I know you don’t want to listen to the moan of the undead for days on end. Hard to sleep.
I’m sure you have picked out all you choice items of need. Your perfect weapon (mine: a spear or some manner of trident), your zombie comic destruction method of choice (mine: grain harvester), your perfect defensive position on campus (mine: Converse or Williams seem to fit the bill. Davis Center is a death trap. It’ll take a small army to cover all the entry points), your perfect escape route. You’ve thought of everything.
You know to avoid getting possible infectious Zombie gore on your threads. Chainsaws aren’t as useful as you’d think. Always avoid malls and dead ends.
And I bet you’ve spent many hours lying awake weighing the prospects of walking dead versus the dreaded running dead. Movies like the remake of Dawn of the Dead, 28 Days Later and I Am Legend have no doubt seriously messed with your plans.
And let’s face it, your excited for the challenge. Excited for the destructive possibilities setting up anti-qhoul barricades across thoroughfares, fortify homes and business against to wave after wave of hyper rabies infected cannibals from hell. Don’t worry, your not alone.
Online the growing awareness is spreading. Websites, blogs, Facebook groups are forming at record speed. Grassroots defense leagues and citizenry think tanks are popping up everywhere. Despite popular culture’s frequent attempts to blow the whistle on this maggoty problem in movies, graphic novels and non-graphic novels, those talking heads on the Potomac, who go on and on about “national security” and such Kentucky Fried Bullshit, have done nothing to meet the threat.
But whatever happens, we’re ready.