Surprise, surprise - yet another conversation at work inspired this. I may inadvertently end up writing Zombie Mondays!So; you're all set for the zombie apocalypse. Holed up in your own doubly reinforced bunker with a year's supply of food. Axe and a copy of The Zombie Survival Guide in hand...
An eerie moaning sound comes from the corner. Kids; asleep. Partner; asleep. Dad; asleep. Mom; not looking her best. Fairly certain she didn't always ooze like that. Or gnaw on her own forearm...
Come to think of it; she did make that trip to the 7-Eleven while you were boarding up the windows... on her own...
Books, blogs and movies the world over prepare you for almost every possible outcome of the rise of the undead. You're prepared for the worst; food shortages, decapitating the undead with a shovel, many months barricaded in a basement with that uncle you've always found a bit creepy... you've even learned some farming skills and resigned yourself to the fact that the Earth may need to be repopulated.
But... could you kill your zombie mom?
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