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Monday, February 4, 2013

End Of The World Movies Were Popular

 I can remember how people used to flock to see the latest "end of the world" movie or thought that somehow all of their problems would be solved if everyone just vanished. Now that the earth is a zombie wasteland none of the remaining survivors, at least the ones I have met, can even recall why those things were so appealing.

If other animals could talk do you think any of them make up fantasy stories or investigate their own demise as much as humans did? Then again the mere fact that humans ask "why?"  is one of the distinct things that separates humans from monkeys. I remember watching a program on television about it.

People were actually depressed that the world didn't end on December 21, 2012. What the heck? I wonder if those people were happy when they left their houses and apartments that fateful Thursday morning, just like any other day, to take their children to school and go off to work. That was a good day for you if your child had a cold and you couldn't get a babysitter. It was a good day for you if your alarm failed to go off and you woke up late. It was a good day for you if you lived faraway from heavily populated areas. It was a good day for you if you we're able to get the reports of what was happening from coast to coast and country to country. It was a good day to stay home and watch the news. People were rapidly being infected by an unknown contagion.

The first wave spread like a highly contagious virus. It was airborne and lethal. The onset of symptoms took less than sixteen hours. Fever, joint pain, confusion, migraines and complete disorientation. They aren't sure where it originated from 100% but they claim that JFK airport in New York City could be where and how it  was able to travel the globe in such a short time. With direct flights all over the world the virus just hitched an express ride to every continent on the planet.

The news reports cited that the bird flu and SARS paled in comparison to this new virus. That was day one.

Day two brought a new horror. The virus was rapidly killing it's hosts. Police failed to show up to work, morgues and hospitals were over run with people, nurses and doctors abandoned their posts and people were panicking. Dead bodies littered the streets where disoriented men, women and children just dropped dead from severe dehydration, hemorrhaging and brain damage. There were no "authorities" or national guard left to deal with the massive numbers of dead. Nobody wanted to approach the bodies. In a few areas near CDC centers and advanced medical labs a few people in hazmat suits came out and collected a few of the dead people or specimens for further research. That would be the last time anyone ever saw a hazmat suit again.

The third day was bewildering. Just the day before the streets had been littered with dead people and now they were empty or there were people wandering around aimlessly just like on day one. A few of the brave went outside with masks on out of necessity. To see if the local store was open to get more formula for a baby or to get necessary medications from the pharmacy. Those people were the first to be chased down and eaten alive. News reports began flooding the airwaves and the Internet. The dead had returned to "life" during the night and were now hunting and feeding on the living. Those who managed to get away with just a bite or a scratch began to show the same symptoms of the virus. The virus had mutated, it wasn't airborne anymore. It was transmitted through direct contact with the infected through bodily fluids or skin to skin contact.

Suicides were rampant. Anyone with a gun and lots of ammunition thanked their stars for being somewhat prepared and able to defend themselves at a distance. Most people had heard of or knew someone who watched the then popular TV show "The Walking Dead". The information on how to destroy the undead spread like wild fire. You had to destroy the brain or what remained of it. This was the only way to send a zombie to it's grave.

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