The three people in the street across from my house look suspiciously like zombies. No, seriously. They’re waddling and wafting their hands around willy-nilly. They’re out for brains.
I’ve always wondered what I’d do if I encountered a zombie. I tend to nurse a strong amount of internal bravado about such circumstances in my head, but I realize that given my quality of response to situations which involved rather zombie-like foes, I probably wouldn’t live up to my imagination.
I bet you thought I was going to write an essay comparing modern America to zombies. HA.