The outbreak is apparently transmissible to cats:
What's with all the real-life zombie-like news all of a sudden? I've
heard more in the last week than in the last five years combined.
Of all the sci-fi/fantasy world-ending scenarios, wouldn't it be amazing
if we really went zombie?
I mean, alien invasion is far fetched but always possible.
Extinction-level meteor impact could actually happen this afternoon.
Earthquake Armageddon? Sure, why not? Man-made catastrophe via nukes or
unforeseen consequences in a particle accelerator - sure. Even a planet
of the apes due to runaway genetic experimental success is distantly
possible even if ridiculously unlikely.
But a real zombie apocalypse? That's the one that we know to be pure
fiction. It can't happen, and we know it. The dead stay dead, right? So
what if every Sunday millions of churchgoers recite a creed that
includes "We look for the resurrection of the dead"? That's not the kind
of resurrection they're talking about, right?
But when the stars come right and the veil is lifted from our filtered
perception of reality we might finally realize that the universe isn't
nearly as ordered as we think.
We hear of a naked, taser-ignoring madman on a freeway off-ramp eating
somebody's face off and we just make zombie jokes. We see cats turning
into zombies and uneasily make more jokes. A man disembowels himself but
lives to throw his intestines at the police and we squirm uncomfortably
in our chair and let out a strained chuckle about the sudden increase in
zombie news. Then the zombie army knocks down our front door and we
know: The Endtimes have come, and the laughter has only just begun.
Like Jayne Cobb said, I'll be in my bunk(er).