I know that this is
typically where I would usually do a “Fortress of Solitude” entry and I was
fully prepared to when I sat down. I was going to explain about how we are
condensing down the shelving and how the shelves measure out in 4 foot
sections. I was going to explain how we have used the empty shelves to
reinforce the cart barricades at the ends of the aisles. But I don’t even know
if that is even necessary. Or if you would find it interesting at all.
I find myself going
back to thoughts of Judy and I cannot decide if she is lucky or not to have
passed in her sleep. Since no one heard anything, I have to assume there is no
pain. But I am just not certain. I think it is probably safe to assume that if
you have been reading this from the beginning, you know an inescapable fact
about me. 1) I have astounding dance moves and 2) I equate everything with pop
culture. I know it is a sickness.
So, I loved the movie
ALIENS. It is one of my favorites of all time. And here is this bad ass in
Hicks who survives the whole alien infestation and makes it off the planet. He
lives. The crowd rejoices. And then in ALIEN 3, he basically dies in a car
crash on the way home. That is not the death worthy of a Marine.
Or, let’s take
sports. Barry Sanders retires way too early. And Emmitt Smith stayed just a
year or two too long. Nolan Ryan pitches until his arm goes out and you say, “Man,
it is a shame to see him go out with an injury.” It is like the number of
sports figures that retired at the right age were few and far between. Either
that or no matter how a person goes out, someone is going to be complaining
about how they left.
So how does this
apply in the Zombie Apocalypse?
Judy went out without
a whimper. Sure, the Vikings would have called it a coward’s death. Is it only
right since all of us are in the zombie apocalypse that “death by zombie” seems
like the only real way to go out?
If you die by heart
attack, car wreck, or tooth infection, is that the coward’s way out. If you are
bit, infected, and close to turning, should we all go out “Becka style” by
killing as many of them as possible before we turn? Wouldn’t that be doing what
is left of humanity a favor?
If I get bit, I don’t
want to sit around and wait for the virus to kill me while people put cold
compresses on my head to try to bring down the fever. Duct tape two machetes to
my hands and let me take out as many of these meat bags as I can.
But then we always
see that scene where the hero puts a bullet in a dying man to end his
suffering. Hicks did it for Hudson. Kate did it for her brother in FROM DUSK
TILL DAWN. Daniel Day-Lewis did it for that ginger jerk store in LAST OF THE
MOCHICANS. Is that the only honorable way to go out in the zombie apocalypse,
being torn to pieces while fighting until the bitter end?
I know it sounds
savage and animalistic. It is a horrible way to die. But if we are not prepared
to go out that way, how can we expect to reclaim the world? I don’t know.
