Around our kitchen table we pride ourselves on discussing topics that, until recently, we assumed were fairly normal chit-chat. From the much debated: “If you had to eat one type of food for the rest of your life, what would it be?” or “If you were turned into a dog, but kept your human mind, would you lick your own junk?” and then on to the more weird: “Would you rather be made out of chocolate or pizza dough?” And the popular: “If you had to, could you kill a chicken?”
And then we come to the ever popular subject of zombies, which crops up frequently as we tuck into our evening meal. I savour those moments, dear blog reader, like I would a fine glass of yummy strawberry milkshake on a hot day.
Zombie discussions mainly arise due to the genre of my novel, The Range, a post-apocalyptic story about survival, courage, friendship and trust. The actual apocalyptic subject is more a backdrop for the story rather than the story itself.
Our debates go from general What-If questions to in-depth plans for surviving a zombie outbreak. No area is off-limits and we’ll be quite happily munching through a roast dinner when someone will say: “When the zombies come and we run out of food, rather than face starvation I’d probably eat one of you.”