A Zombie Revelation

How it happened, I'm not quite sure, but on my walk through school this morning it struck me.

One of the biggest challenges of surviving a zombie holocaust is not necessarily surviving against zombies themselves, but rather surviving the collapse of civilization. Food, shelter, power... humanity itself can be hard to find. This is (or should be) common knowledge.

After all, zombies are easily out manoeuvred and, once you've practised your method of extermination, easily dispatched. But it occurred to me that zombies aren't the only way to come in contact with solanum. Not this solanum, this solanum.

I've been playing a lot of Fallout 3 lately, and it seems that everything is irradiated. But it's nothing a few caps can't cure. But what if the only cure was a machete to the head?

Eating and drinking are necessities to life, and ingestion of the solanum virus is a one way ticket to zombification. How can you be sure that what you're eating is clean? Maybe you have a little something to eat before you go to bed. You fall asleep before the symptoms of infection take hold. Safety in numbers. Stick together. Never let anyone go off alone. That's what they say. Your small band of survivors sleep in the same room. In the middle of the night, behind all the barbed wire, the barracades, the boarded windows and the locked door, the familiar and terrible moan of a zombie. But it's too late. No one was prepared. No one was ready.

Sanitation is your greatest asset. Soap; your most powerful weapon.