The musings of a former office worker stuck in his house applying for jobs, when he would rather be out on the water.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

In Case of Zombies


I've noticed an odd trend lately. Sure there are plenty of crazy things society has obsessed over as harbingers of the end times. Immigrants, nuclear weapons, war, chemical weapons, terrorism. But that is not what obsesses my generation. My generation does not have a fallout shelter. We don't keep disaster supplies.

We keep zombie apocalypse kits.

I'm as guilty as the next person. How would you defend your house? Where would you get your weapons? Who would you trun away from your shelter and who would you let in? Would they be old school shambling zombies, or new school fast zombies? All these questions and more run through our heads.

Some of us, myself included, have even gone so far as to train for zombie attacks. A game, Humans vs Zombies, has swept college campuses across the country. Humans, armed with nerf guns, balled up socks, and marshmallows, try to fight off attacking zombies. And let me tell you, it is a blast. And vital to our survival as a species.

The game is a blast, but its intentions are more important. To train otherwise weak, and tactically unsound college students in the subtle art of zombie warfare. When to charge and take them down. When to cut your losses and run. And how to go down fighting.

I guess my point here is that every generation has something that scares it, that makes it prepare for the worst. Generations before us have had nazis, communists, fascists, and all other manner of horrible and very real enemies to deal with. But for us? We picked zombies.

Maybe the old guys are right.

Kids these days.

No respect.

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