Halloween is approaching and, while I should be shunning anything to do with the pagan holiday*, my mind instead turns to ruminate upon zombies.
Zombies are dim-witted and sluggish, yet tenacious in their singular endeavor: to devour your brain.
Why the all-encompassing desire to eat? Are these creatures truly hungry? If you throw a steak at them (say it is even cooked ‘rare’), why don’t they stop and eat that? Why brains? Is there some heretofore unknown nutritive value of human gray matter?
They apparently feel hunger, but not pain. They can leave a leprous trail of body parts behind them. They can be shot, stabbed or bludgeoned, yet they keep coming, oblivious to your futile attempts at self defense. How is that?
They always find you no matter where you hide in the house. How do they always know where people are, or if they are even home? Does the brain emit some sort of homing beacon toward this particular type of undead?
These sorts of questions could go on for hours. Sufficed to say, I don’t believe we’ll ever fully understand humanity’s one true predator.
All the better for them, I’m sure.
*I have not recently checked on the veracity of this phrase.