The Zombie War came unthinkably close to eradicating humanity. Max Brooks, driven by the urgency of preserving the acid-etched first-hand experiences of the survivors from those apocalyptic years, traveled across the United States of America and throughout the world, from decimated cities that once teemed with upwards of thirty million souls to the most remote and inhospitable areas of the planet. He recorded the testimony of men, women, and sometimes children who came face-to-face with the living, or at least the undead, hell of that dreadful time. World War Z is the result. Never before have we had access to a document that so powerfully conveys the depth of fear and horror, and also the ineradicable spirit of resistance, that gripped human society through the plague years.
I was really impressed by World War Z. It wasn’t just about zombies, but what would occur if there were some sort of global epidemic. There were so many carefully thought out stories. In fact, some of them were genius. They were all realistic, but they still had that element of the ridiculous that zombies give books. Most zombie novels and movies start with some sort of virus, parasite or infection. Resident Evil started out with a virus that was genetically engineered, and in the movie Quarantine, the zombies are created from a new form of rabies. This rabies virus incubation period is a short time in humans and then the symptoms appear in humans, which basically makes them incurable.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but I worry about things like this. I’m not talking about zombies (although if you know me well, you know I talk about the zombie apocalypse a lot), I’m talking about genetically engineered viruses or parasites. I think medical discovery is great and everything, but there are some things we’re doing that border on…wrong.
Anyway, zombies seem to have been on my mind lately because last night, I had a dream where I smashed a zombie’s head in with a croquet mallet. It was pretty awesome, not gonna lie.