The Walking Dead

It was with much glee and satisfaction, that I got to tell my younger brother, whose actually a pretty auld fella by now, that no, watching “The Walking Dead” was not a waste of time. You see, a study has come out showing that those who watch horror and apocalyptic films were not only better prepared for the times of coronavirus, but also showed greater psychological resilience. In fact, it was described as an “evolutionary gift” that apparently has been coded into my DNA.

People may have thought that as I laughed at people being torn apart on television and screamed “die, die” that I was simply a mild psychopath. Or when I said that they should just abandon the weak, that I was just mean. When in reality I was learning how to survive a catastrophe and complex situations through living vicariously through others. Maybe, this is why I wanted them to have the odd shag now and then? So, no need to be concerned about me whatsoever.

The run on the shops. Tick. I saw it coming. Although for this particular disaster, not really warranted.

So the Covid parties, tick. Zombie parties always get a good attendance. I’m just so surprised it took so long for them to start.

Poor people getting screwed over – honestly, was it ever any other way?

Americans buying up all the Remsdivir? Not so much. Such assholes, eh?

Yeah, I know it’s a bit disappointing that we don’t actually have the undead rumbling through our streets, hungry for human flesh. Apart from being, unbelievably cool and terrifying, there’s just not that much use for all the crossbows and torture equipment I made either. And yes, it would have been nice to see people being eaten alive, but I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we have, make the most of it so to speak.

And anyways, who knows what could happen next?