Zombies

Zombies don’t really scare me much, I suppose I should be scared, but for some reason they don’t affect me like that. The smell of rotting flesh, and their insatiable need to destroy every living thing they come in contact with is an obvious nuisance to our society, and it has been identified as a genuine problem, not only here, but all around the world. How can we contain or regulate this antisocial behavior?

It is my opinion that the problem should first be recognized as a disease, and preventive measures must be made in an attempt to discover the underlying problem that allowed these ordinary everyday people to choose or accept this fate. Does their environmental upbringing contribute to the result of this undead plight that our communities are left to deal with? What is the definitive reason that these individuals decided to turn their life into such a hopeless scenario that the chance of ever restoring their life back to what could be considered normal is almost nonexistent? What made them think that heroin wouldn’t turn them into the same zombies that it turns everyone else into? There are many questions, and few answers.