Late Morning of the Dead

Cell is getting scary. Not in that "BOO!" kind of scary, but in that Land of the Dead kind of scary. It's bad enough the zombies in that movie were reanimated dead people, but the fact that they learned to use tools and weapons was downright un-fucking-fair! I'm not sure if Romero wanted me to feel sympathy for the creepy flesh-eaters, but I certainly did not, regardless of how corrupt and idiotic the survivors were. It's war after all, if you have too much sympathy for your enemy you're going to wind up dead.

What would you do in a Dead-World? I think I'd hone my fishing skills to the max and find an island somewhere ... but a small one. One that I could "clean out" systematically. Of course I'd always have that special clip for the 9MM. The one with only two bullets in it ... for Holly and myself of course. If you can hold out long enough, those things will rot themselves away, they are a dying breed--pun fully intended--after all. Pretty soon the muscles will rot away, tendons will dry out and break and someday all you'll have to do is sweep them away like so much dust. The horror of the Dead is short term really, they're just not designed for the long haul.

Yesterday I spent time creating the outline for Chapter Three ("Click") and will start that in a few minutes. And yes, this contains the scene that I've been stalling on, so it should be over today, finally.

Currently Reading: Cell by Stephen King