I’ve noticed something.
Zombies.
There’re a lot of them.
Well, I’ve had an idea to stop them. Bury people with their shoes tied together.
Back in the old days, you could subdue a zombie by giving it some beans to count.
But wait – zombies are getting smarter, aren’t they?
They can probably undo knots or overcome the mighty occult power of beans, now.
Huh.
And there are more types, now, right?
Yeah… fast zombies, big zombies, space zombies, tiny zombies, alien zombies, Christmas zombies, robot zombies, metaphorical zombies, zombie viruses, leader zombies, and most importantly, the animated rotting corpse of your best friend.
Trying to give you some zombie cake.
On fire.
That’s pretty bad.
We can’t stop that many undead.
The nuke you used to stop them is probably what caused so many in the first place.
We have but one option.
Accept zombies into society.
No use putting it off, we can’t just keep blowing them up.
They could be taught basic tasks, and would happily be fed on what the supermarket doesn’t want.
If they keep getting smarter, they could do tasks effectively in groups.
Zombies in the police.
Zombie bus drivers.
Zombie chefs.
Well, maybe not chefs.
Not if we don’t want any more zombie cake.
The point is this – we have to learn to understand each other.
Senseless violence gets us nowhere.
They will only cause a zompocalypse if we provoke them.
You haven’t died.
You don’t know how they feel.
Empathy, man.
The dead deserve a chance at life as much as the living.
