I would like to pet a zombie

.. if you don’t have a sense of irony don’t read it. Anyhow, I’ve had an endless zombie obsession in recent days, no matter how distorted it may seem. I just wasted a good 35 minutes playing the stupid game @ Facebook to score enough points and gain a zombie [have an opinion about my mental state but don’t publish it because I’m not proud of myself].

Anyhow, I remembered Andrew Currie’s masterpiece Fido [Andrew Currie, by the way, made a less popular but very good movie, The Night of the Living]. A kind of post-apocalyptic alternative, where the virus-affected bodies are perfectly adapted by the healthy in the household as free servants. Clearly, everything goes wrong on the end.
By the way, in the same film, one resident of this ideally American gossip town has such a former cheerleader, which already throws allusions towards necrophilia ;) But the film is still stylish in some sense.

P. S.Good dead are hard to find ;)

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