I haven’t just been watching clouds all day; I am still busy reading zombie stuff. For example, this little book:

Pictured is Rylie, teen care home volunteer, ice cream shop employee and punk lesbian chick.

I’ve only read a few other zombie graphic novels, none as visceral as this one. Gore a-plenty, especially for teen girl cannibal fetishists – these fleshy young things are quite biteable. The young overweight flesh is voluptuous; even the anorexic characters have perfectly luscious lips.* The inventory of gruesome flesh-eating will charm most zombie fans:

• cheek-ripping
• upper thigh chomping
• blood-splattered faces
• eye-gouging
• the glass shard-in-the-eye trick
• abdomen-puncturing
• entrail-exploding

For me, the reason I am into the zombie genre is to see how the authors imagine life in near-impossible conditions. The question is, what would I do in a zombie situation? If it happened and I was caught off-guard without an arsenal and my own private shopping mall stocked with a supermarket brimming with non-perishables, what the hell would I do? This is the charm of zombie fiction – trying to figure it all out. I sometimes wonder the same thing about the Holocaust; I think most zombie enthusiasts prefer to satisfy their curiosity through fictional means rather than trying to think of survival in a historical setting. Part of what attracts zombie fans is the fantasy that they can destroy the zombies in human bodies indiscriminately as they try to survive – no Holocaust wondering will allow one to counterattack Rambo-style.

Toilet plunger is probably not a weapon of choice for me if zombie armageddon happens, but hey, I am sick of the “Zombies? We must have guns!” attitude. The Abandoned‘s characters really on everyday items to get them through – driving trucks over zombies, hitting them with the afore-mentioned toilet plunger, frying pans and assorted wooden sticks.

Luckily for the characters, these are the traditional slow zombies. They can’t even figure out that if they push hard enough on the wooden fence surrounding the characters’ hideout they could get in. But…

I still wouldn’t sleep on a flimsy balcony in full view of the zombies, dumb zombies or not.

* The artwork when characters run needs a little work.

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