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Zombies; a thought

by ZombieSkittles on August 11, 2009

I was thinking the other day; how do Zombies survive? Yes, I know they consume the flesh of the living, and so forth, but really, think about it.

The “survivors” hide, and fight off the undead, and managed to keep going. Now we can assume that the zombies eventually will outweigh the population of survivors at least 10000:1, as dictated by most post apocalyptic movies of this nature. Now, as a moving “living” entity, food is needed to keep energy up. Movement takes energy, and so the more energy used, the more “fuel” needed.

Now, for the record, 28 Days Later and it’s sequel are not adequate reference for this idea, as the “infected” in that movie weren’t actually dead, but simply infected with a disease (“rage”) that overrode all intelligence and left the person with nothing but anger. Those people were in the end defeated because they starved to death, a side affect of having their ability to pick up some food and eat it erased from their brains. They just attacked.

Now, the undead KNOW to eat, it’s just their diets consist purely of your sweet, sweet cranial juices. But when the basic population of people have been feasted on or turned into the undead themselves, where do they get their feed from? They can’t just stop eating, because regardless of the fact that they may be dead, the body still needs fuel to move.

I can only assume that after awhile, the zombie just lays the fuck down and pretty much goes to sleep. It’s the only logical thing. No more food, no more energy. Because they’re already dead, they can never really die, but they would lose all ability to do anything apart from stare out in hunger. Of course, this gives survivors ample ability to simply wander out and kill them with ease.

With this in mind, it seems the living will inevitably conquer the undead, right? Or do you disagree? I will fight you, via the comments section below.

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I post

by ZombieSkittles on May 3, 2009

I drink coke
I enjoy writing
I hate scientology
I support pro choice
I love Apple products
I wish things were easier
I believe things work out
I watch horror movies
I nerd the fuck out
I swear unnecessarily
I read comics
I quote Firefly alot
I refer to Bill Bailey too much
I spam Twitter
I live through the Internet
I don’t actually have a zombie plan
I caught them all
I am oblivious
I turned twenty
I have a cold bed
I adore a girl
I would love to be able to draw
I spend way too much money
I drink more alcohol than I can afford
I geocache whenever I can
I let others get away with more than they should
I have been trying to avoid making these lines too long so as to maintain some consistency (whoops)
I work but I don’t like it
I listen to all kinds of music
I obsess over little things
I sometimes make videos
I make up stories about people I see on the street
I tell lame jokes
I think far too literally
I take things to heart
I failed to use proper punctuation for most of this
I don’t know how to finish this

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I feel it

by ZombieSkittles on April 19, 2009

Old, that is.
At the time this post is published and public, I will have reached twenty. How I’ve made it this far, I have no idea. A fifth of a century. It’s scary to think of it in those terms, but it’s the reality. I’m already sitting there criticizing the “kids of today” and talking about how great things used to be, and constantly reminiscing about the 90s.

Cliffs of Moher in HDR by Mohan S What lies past here? I asked the same thing when I turned eighteen, and the answer was unanimous; fuck all. Just the same shit, except most of it was legal now. Nothing really lies beyond this hurdle, except more hurdles, stretching into the horizon with a numbing inevitability that eventually I will reach the end and it will be a harsh cliff with jagged rocks beckoning to me below.
At this point, any of you reading this will probably be thinking “Man up James, it’s only twenty! You’re still a fucking kid, suck it up.” or something to that effect with less, or maybe more, curse words. The words are irrelevant, I know, no matter what age, or your mind set, you would of thought about growing old at some point. You can feel it, the one thing we can’t stop. All these moments we cherish will become distant memories, and in the end, so shall we. It’s a morbid set of thoughts, but reality they are.

I, for the first time, am scared about growing up.

Photo by Mohan S, taken from Flickr

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