Hi, my name is Natasha, and I’m afraid of zombies. In particular fast, smart, or smart fast zombies. If it falls into the category of the rotting, bits-falling-off-it undead, can run and strategically hunt me down, it scares the piss out of me.
Luckily Ghoulia Yelps of Monster High does not fall into this bracket. (I think she’s adorable.)
Back to the rotting-bits zombies. I was trying to figure out exactly what it was about these monsters that scare me. Is it the fact that, unless you shut out that initial knee-jerk reaction that makes one human not want to hurt another human, you will end up as zombie chow? (Hesitation = becoming a Happy Meal) Or that these could be people you and I may be familiar with that suddenly become monsters incapable of controlling themselves? Is it the fact that, despite being technically alive, they can never return to their former humanity that is so frightening? (Don’t argue with me on this one – as far as I’m concerned if you need to eat and you have a strong drive to eat in order to ‘survive’, then it means your biological systems are up and running, which in turn means you are technically alive.)
Or, what if it wasn’t that they couldn’t control themselves, but rather that we’ve grossly misunderstood zombie psychology and they just choose not to? What if the part of the brain that cared about being ‘civilized’ didn’t die off, but merely became less important? They simply stopped thinking, “No, these are my friends/family/innocent people that I mustn’t hurt!” And instead, it became a case of, “My body/instincts/senses tell me you’re different/potential sustenance/a threat, and I need to deal with you accordingly to ensure my survival.” Not so much a ‘no hard feelings in business’ attitude, as a ’we may have been similar once, but now I’m different to you and I need to survive’ sense of determination.
… Yeah, well, any way you look at it, tonight I may be sleeping with the light on. Just for bit.
And I think at some point I really need to pick up this book: