ithappenedtoalice:

exactly!

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mutsunn:

“We live together, I blog about it, and he forgets his pants.
I wouldn’t hold out too much hope.”

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bkrstirregular:

So I don’t know about anyone else, but I know that I’ve been at the center of many jokes and chides today due to this incident. I think zombies are one of the few fears I have that I don’t internalize - it’s a well known fact. I’m an avid horror fan and I would make-out with Freddy Kruegar if given the chance and give Otis Driftwood a lapdance in a heartbeat, but zombies - zombies have always been way too real for me. 

But I don’t think it’s the zombies themselves that freak me out, now that I’ve had a day of horrific anxiety and pre-apocalypse planning to think about it. I think I have such an intense fear of zombies because of what they represent - not the mindless, carnal instincts of humanity - but that with the rise of zombies, would be the fall of humanity…not only because I fear the crippling reality that everyone will assume a ‘fend for yourself’ mentality and forsake one another in the face of anarchy, but it means the loss of so many people that I love that I would not be able to save, because really, how long is a girl with no upper body strength and three cats going to survive during an outbreak?

Not long.

I’m aware of this, and it terrifies me. I could survive, sure. I can make my apartment into the most zombie-proof shelter ever known - but would I want to survive? Post-apocalyptic stories and games have always fascinated me..but those take place years after the initial catastrophe. No one wants to be around when shit actually goes down. Everyone wants to be the Lone Wanderer. 

So yes…today I prepped my closet for supplies in case of a zombie apocalypse. I feel a little bit better about it, but not much. 

I think I’ll feel better after a drink.

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