I began pondering what life would be like if zombies came around. How would I react? What would my use be to society (because nearly everyone in a zombie movie has a distinct purpose)? How would I survive? What would I be like as a zombie if I did get bitten?
There are obviously a lot of things to think about.
Zombies and shopping malls… a match made in heaven.
Once when my wife chastised our kids for “screaming their heads off” in a mall, we were passing a kids’ clothing store that had little mannequins in cute (expensive) kid clothing, but the figures had no heads.
I adopted a very serious expression. “See those kids?” I asked, pointing at the window. “They screamed their heads off. And look what happened to them.”
My daughter, who was two at the time, looked around at the floor. “Where did their heads go?”
“They put them in milkshakes,” I said. Or something else equally ridiculous. But the kids stopped screaming.
Oh, the power of language.
P.S. With a name like “Kilgore,” how can she not love zombie movies?