First: "Better than a zom catching you with your pants down." / "I'm a little shy."
Second: "Found it!" / "What?" / "Civilization?" / "What is it?" / "Family diner!"
Third: "They Killed my horse; I was pissed off!"
Fourth: "Are you trying to charm me with poetry during the zombie apocalypse?" / "Is it working?"
Fifth: "Meow, b@#$h!"

What is it about being a zombie that sets us apart? Why, why zombies? What is it about them that intrigues us such to the point, that we are willing to accept and identify with the idea, the culture, the concept of being a zombie?


The fast paced realm of existence in today's society that breeds corporate greed, that extols the virtues of existential entitlement, that roils in the muck and mire of exploitive exhaustive competitiveness, that feeds on the rampant desire to consume.