I'm planning some upcoming posts about zombies. Ever since I saw The Video Dead at my grandparent's house as a small child, I've had a fear of zombies. That fear has turned into a fascination (we try to control our fears by understanding them, perhaps). And zombies are currently shuffling and snapping their way through my nanowrimo novel, so they've been on my mind, and in my dreams.
Don't worry, I'll still post on Truman. I'm sure pictures of his cute face are a much larger draw than my musings on zombies in movies and fiction and what they mean. But as I work through my zombie nano it will be helpful to get some of the ideas running through my brain down into words. So I'll alternate between the two subjects here on KOW.
For this post I'll be brief. Zombies are the great equalizer. No one is special. There is no chosen one, or The One, or hero. Zombies don't care who you are, they just want to eat your arm off. I find that many of the most popular stories we are told in films and books center around a main character that is destined to do what he or she does. The protagonist is chosen. This might be more prevalent in Young Adult fiction, which is where a lot of our movies are coming from. Harry Potter is a good example, and Twilight, from what I gather, is another; also Percy Jackson, The Mortal Instruments, Divergent, fit the mold, all of which started as YA books that were then made into movies, but Star Wars and The Matrix also fit.
Zombies don't care. It's survival of the fittest, or smartest, or luckiest. There is no cosmic hand guiding the hero on his or her journey. There is only screaming, running and hiding.
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