Hello survivor.
I wonder how many people actually read this...
Maybe I'm just typing at the void, speaking to nobody, cataloguing my loneliness...
Is it just me? Is this it? Is there anybody out there, like me?
Surviving the zombie apocalypse isn't easy!
So, here's a thought... Zombie mummies.
Yeah, I have to bring it up today. Call me a romantic...
Ok, so, do the infected mothers feel anything for their infected offspring?
Undead parents... Do they still know love for their children?
My answer is no.
Obviously parental instincts are very primal things. Without unconditional, caring affection for your progeny, where would we be?
Real, true, natural, subconsious parenthood must be more basic than eating, surely?
Erm, not in my opinion.
There have been times where I have seen mummy zombie chow down on baby zombie.
How do I know that these monsters are blood related? Because I've seen them turn.
A loving mum succumbs to the wound, then heads straight for the cot for a sqealing meal...
Not a nice sight.
I can safely say that these... things... aren't even slightly human...
They don't celebrate Mother's Day!
Haha!
Oh, by the way, try golf. It's a very satisfying sensation, whacking a small ball as hard as you can towards an abandoned city!
Uh, if you don't believe me, ask famous pre-outbreak actor, Will Smith. He did it once. In a film.
Genuinely pleasing knowing that all the rage put into that white sphere will be lost forever in time...
Hey, I guess that's a survivor stress-busting tip! Haven't had one of them in a while! Anyway...
Time for bed... "She laughs at my dreams, but I dream about her laughter" - The Click Five (Just The Girl)
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