People think that I love zombies. And yes, in some way, I am. I host the annual book club complete with “zombie food”. I read zombie books and material incessantly. I watch zombie movies and TV. I attend zombie events.

And yet. I am not a horror fan. I hate chaos. I hate gore and body horror (although evidently I needed to be desensitized due to my avid watching of such things.)

I am more like Max Brooks. I worry about the future and my fear is reflected in my fascination with zombies. It’s the dread of the unknown. It’s the dread that I will forget to follow simple rules: cardio, double tap…oh wait, what were the rest? I want to know how we will behave differently if the world is suddenly…very different. Will I trust the ones I love? Will they be selfish? Will I be selfish? Do my soft skills even matter?

There’s a reason why I still dabble in ARGs. For a brief moment, I can imagine how it would be like. But the most important thing is that I won’t die and become a zombie.