Infected: They Will Eat You!: A Story of Family Survival in a Zombie Apocalypse

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Author: Donel Gillies
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shouldn’t they feel pain? That only makes since to me.”
    “Maybe they do but just don’t show it.” was Jesse’s thought.
    “Could be.” I said, “Also, if they are dead and it’s just a part of their brain that works wouldn’t they just rot? Blood feeds cells oxygen and what pumps the blood?”
    “The heart.” they answer in unison.
    “And breathing puts oxygen in blood.” added Jesse.
    “So if a zombie does not breath, and his heart does not pump blood his flesh would just rot, correct?”
    “Yeah.” again they answer in unison.
    “We don’t see zombies bleed when they are shot do we? It’s just a bunch of goo that comes out.” I ask, “After a few months they’d just decay and be gone.”
    “In some movies they bleed.” protested Caleb.
    “I think we see blood but it’s blood from victims not the zombies.” I said.
    “I’ve seen zombies bleed.” Caleb came back.
    “You have? Like in person?” I poked.
    “In movies.” he said.
    “Maybe. I can’t think of any. But maybe that was a different kind of zombie. What if the zombie was not someone who died and came back?” I posed.
    “Like someone on drugs.” Jesse chimed in.
    “Yeah. Like that guy on the bridge eating that person….” Caleb said.
    “What if zombies weren’t dead but just crazy people on drugs or a virus made them go crazy?” I asked.
    “Then they would be alive……?” was Jesse’s half question.
    “They’d be alive and could be killed like a person.” added Caleb.
    “Maybe. If they were alive and just nuts they could be killed by shooting them in the heart and not just a headshot.” I said, “But maybe they could run and climb ladders and do things like normal people.”
    “In some movies they can to that.” said Caleb.
    “Yep.” I answered, “Some drugs also make people crazy but stronger. It could take ten shots to kill them. Maybe a zombie drug or zombie virus would just transform people and not kill them and bring them back as walking dead . But if it was a drug that made zombies I can’t see that a bite would turn someone else into a zombie.” was my thought.
    “Unless the drug gave people a vires.” Jesse said.
    “Yeah….get to work. We can talk and work and we need to get the yard picked up.” I ordered.
    That ended the intellectual zombie talk but not the talk about how well each item picked up would work as a zombie weapon. That was not the first conversation we had had about zombies and the potential types and causes of their existence. Zombies had become a real merchandising boom with everything from ammo to arms, patches and clothing and food storage items having zombie themes. Then there were the reports of people with “zombie-like symptoms” attacking people. While these were isolated occurrences, as far as we were aware, they were new.
    Zombies are an interesting subject. Zombies or perhaps being eaten alive creates great fear, the visual effect of a zombie, no matter the type, dead or living, is frightening to us. Since zombies are not human and because they are trying to eat our face off killing a zombie is simple self-defense or protecting others from a horrible event. The subject of killing zombies is an exciting subject for boys, of all ages, not often for girls, my wife in particular. Especially while eating.
    “That’s enough talk about zombie and killing and killing zombies.” Christine finally said, “This is not appropriate dinner conversation.”
    “I would tie a rock on a rope and swing it around and hit the zombies in the head…..” Jesse continued.
    “ENOUGH!” Christine shouted.
    It got quiet.
    “Let’s talk about something happy.” she said more calmly.
    “Killing zombies is happy.” taunted Caleb, “Zombies are bad, they want to eat people so killing them is good.”
    “Caleb….enough.” I said.
    “Let’s talk about math or My Life as a Giant Burrito, Flat Stanly or prepositions or God. No more killing or zombies or anything like that.”

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