THE DEAD TIMES
DEAD ARE COMING...
Zombie Accident
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This small snapshot is taken from the back of the box of the Zombie movie I reviewed recently, Zombie Apocalypse. I find it endlessly amusing in a "what manner of terrible accident has occurred here" kind of way. The Zombie of focus is being (or has been) decapitated by the woman's sword - that part is obvious. However, looking closely you will see that the woman has not actually swung her sword, she is just holding it in a grim manner, waiting to deliver a death blow - obviously the ideal image for marketing an action movie. However, despite the marketing gimmick, the question remains; just how did the Zombie lose his head (or be in the process of losing it) without being attacked? The only possibility I can think of for our fetid friend's unfortunate situation is that he somehow walked into the blade of his own accord and then, with forward momentum, continued sliding along the sword long enough to sever his neck - I know Zombies are stupid but geez. I can just imagine the women standing there, looking ferocious, teeth gritted and sword ready to swing, oblivious to the undead slowly wandering up behind her. The Zombie gets closer, perhaps letting out a raspy moan - a pathetic cry that is lost on the wind and the bustle of distant combat. There is miniscule pressure on the sword, hardly registering to the survivor focusing on incoming targets ahead. Suddenly, a sludgy sound of flesh tearing and, out of the corner of her eye, the woman sees a corpse tumble to the ground - she curses herself for not checking the rear but is thankful that the Zombie fumbled his lunge, grasping arms missing her, overbalancing the stinking terror and sending him to the floor. She pivots, sword ready to pierce the fallen horror's skull. It's missing a head - what the hell, the thought slams into her mind. She scans the nearby area, and there, on the dusty plateau on which she stands, a single head lies, hair a mess and skin mottled grey; a half-gormless, half-angry expression on its still animate face. The cut is clean as if an incredibly hot, incredibly precise laser was drawn in a straight horizontal line across the neck. The woman and the powerless head stare at each other for a few moments, neither believing the sight in front of them. Eventually, the woman abandons her puzzling and plunges her sword into the severed Zombie head's skull, a satisfying heavy-squish noise following as the blade sinks into brain - in a world where the dead walk, there is no place for logic.
DESCRIPTION:
This small snapshot is taken from the back of the box of the Zombie movie I reviewed recently, Zombie Apocalypse. I find it endlessly amusing in a "what manner of terrible accident has occurred here" kind of way. The Zombie of focus is being (or has been) decapitated by the woman's sword - that part is obvious. However, looking closely you will see that the woman has not actually swung her sword, she is just holding it in a grim manner, waiting to deliver a death blow - obviously the ideal image for marketing an action movie. However, despite the marketing gimmick, the question remains; just how did the Zombie lose his head (or be in the process of losing it) without being attacked? The only possibility I can think of for our fetid friend's unfortunate situation is that he somehow walked into the blade of his own accord and then, with forward momentum, continued sliding along the sword long enough to sever his neck - I know Zombies are stupid but geez. I can just imagine the women standing there, looking ferocious, teeth gritted and sword ready to swing, oblivious to the undead slowly wandering up behind her. The Zombie gets closer, perhaps letting out a raspy moan - a pathetic cry that is lost on the wind and the bustle of distant combat. There is miniscule pressure on the sword, hardly registering to the survivor focusing on incoming targets ahead. Suddenly, a sludgy sound of flesh tearing and, out of the corner of her eye, the woman sees a corpse tumble to the ground - she curses herself for not checking the rear but is thankful that the Zombie fumbled his lunge, grasping arms missing her, overbalancing the stinking terror and sending him to the floor. She pivots, sword ready to pierce the fallen horror's skull. It's missing a head - what the hell, the thought slams into her mind. She scans the nearby area, and there, on the dusty plateau on which she stands, a single head lies, hair a mess and skin mottled grey; a half-gormless, half-angry expression on its still animate face. The cut is clean as if an incredibly hot, incredibly precise laser was drawn in a straight horizontal line across the neck. The woman and the powerless head stare at each other for a few moments, neither believing the sight in front of them. Eventually, the woman abandons her puzzling and plunges her sword into the severed Zombie head's skull, a satisfying heavy-squish noise following as the blade sinks into brain - in a world where the dead walk, there is no place for logic.