You have got Night of the Living Dead, Shawn of The Dead, Zombieland, The Walking Dead, Fido for the cinematics.
Resident Evil, COD: Zombies (Yes. I know what COD stands for I live with four boys), Zombie Revenge, and E's favorite Plants vs Zombies for video game lovers.
"Breathers: A Zombie's Lament" by S.G.Brown, "The Dead" by Mark E. Rogers, "Paul Is Undead: The British Zombie Invasion" by Alan Goldsher for those bookly types. (I'll admit the last book there looks mighty interesting.)
So with all of which I listed being just a tiny pebble in the mountains of zombie entertainment how can one not assume if people start eating flesh (I am fully aware cannabalism is real, but I'm talking the undead kind here), that our children won't be the first to become one of these nasty undead walkers?
These movies, television shows, video games and books have good intentions I'm sure. Halloween is filled with our young sliding into costume to resemble them. This is precisely my point though. They are spending so much time joking about zombies how do we know that they will know when it really happens? How do we know that they will survive the massacre like we've always dreamt they would? I understand these things are meant to be a guide to help our children beat out these brain crazed fiends. I just cannot help but think that all our good intentions are going to get our future killed off in the first 60 minutes of this all too real impending reality.
How do you think Hubby, C and E will react when I base this reasoning for cutting out their zombie entertainment diet? I have a feeling this will be the true start of the Zombie Apocolypse. If I don't post again, guard your brains with your life because I'll be coming for you.