Zombie Apocalypse

I've been watching The Walking Dead recently. I caught up with all of season one in time to watch the premier of season two last Sunday. I feel about the show the way I do about a misguided relationship. The dialogue is often stilted, the interactions between characters are flat and barely believable and the plot is often hopelessly contrived, but the show looks really good.

With as a show, as in a relationship, looks can go a long way to make you forget about the general crappiness of everything else about it.

Well, it's not that bad. I mean, it'll get better. I just need to give it more time. I can't leave the show now, before it has a chance to come into its own and be the show I know it can be!

Ahem.

I do enjoy the novelty of a show with zombies and up to now, the zombies have been used most effectively to scare the living shit out of me. Though, for some reason, whenever I see a horde of lumbering undead on the show, I can't help but think, "Look at these fucking hipsters."

One thing watching the show has helped me with is relating to all the young whippersnappers I am once again tutoring, which is fitting because the terror I feel when, walking past a high school, I hear the dismissal bell ring, is something like the terror one would feel when facing an oncoming herd of zombies.

The other day, I had a group of highschoolers and we were waiting around for the tutoring session to start, so I asked them what they would do in the event of a zombie apocalypse.

Most of them didn't have an answer. We have a name for those who don't know what they will do when the proverbial shit hits the proverbial fan and people start turning into not-so-proverbial walking legions of flesh-munching corpses.

Chum!

One girl jumped at my question, though. It was clear that she derived a morbid joy from my asking. She had clearly given the question a lot of thought.

"I would go to Costco!" she practically squeaked with excitement.

"Why Costco? Why not Target or another big store like that?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Because, besides all the supplies you would need, Costco also has guns," she smiled.

Hats off to you, high school girl. You seem to have found the best place to hide from the coming doom. You will survive the impending zombie apocalypse.

There is nothing for me to teach her.