I have not what I call a "fascination" as much as I would call an Innate downright gut wrenching fear of zombies. I had never had a problem with death or reanimation of any kind until i was close to 30. I worked in nursing homes for most of my life before then. I took care of the dead before lunch. I washed, redressed and prepared them for the funeral home to pick them up. I saw nothing to fear in these people I had loved and cared for.
Things changed on January 6, 2004. I and my husband had gotten into some trouble with the police (yes, issues with drugs), and were having a hard go at life. We were both clean by then, gerting our lives back together. However, my nephew had stolen checks and forged them to get money out of our account-2 weeks before Christmas. We had given him a chance and told him to come by and repay us and we wouldn't press charges against him. It had snowed that day and was bitter cold. My husband had taken some items to the pawn shop just so we could pay some bills that were late. My newphew showed up while he was gone and told me that he had our money, but wanted to wait until my husband got home to talk and give it to him.
When my husband came home, all seemed ok. The two were talking in the dining room, I later heard shots fired in the dining room. He shot him, and I watched him die. And I thought I was next. I was held at gunpoint for hours, left to sit next to his dead body. knowing he would wake up and take me with him. That is when the fear set in. I can't sleep at night now. Only during the day. And so I wait. For them to come and take me. To make my death as painful and horrible as can be for living-when he died.
Now what do I do? Help me please.

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it's simple, and evilredgrin is right.

let's not kid ourselves, we fantasize about it. we want zombies to come, to turn the world upside down, and for our lives to be our own again.

most of us ARE the kids who sat in the back of class, chose to limp our way through high school, got picked on, and wanted out of society from beginning.

most of us ARE the ones just itching for a reason to shoot, slash, and burn our way through life, deciding our own fate.

the thrill of cutting down countless monsters, whose death has no consequence, excites us.

face it. we've wanted out since we were born. zeds are our excuse.

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I was a bit shocked when i read some of the entries ,basically because they were not all testosterone driven. I am glad to have joined this group and found many like minded individuals that are "thinking apes". The break down of modern society intrigues my melon and what would happen to those that were fortunate enough to survive. I think that Zombies personify the arrogant, egotistic snobs that each of us encounter, lost in their own world, never stopping to see what real people are doing. Often their obsession with brains, flesh, or money hinder their basic human emotions, thus leaving a society of walking dead. The idea of a fantasy involving high power rifles and long sharp blades severing these "zombies" to bits is one that feeds the need of justification against such lack of real life. Of course , with all the super bugs running rampant in our world, I believe that a senario such as "28 days later" would be more accurate as an end to society.
Galatians 6:7says Do not be deceived: God cannot be mocked. A man reaps what he sows. I think this describes our end. Man-made folly, death to mother earth with her retribution being a super virus with no cure. And zombies are cool, like Fonzie !

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Well said, Blayde. I'm far more akin to this bit of understanding. I beleive we do see zomibes as the easiest outlet of this desire. I also have an irrational fear of zombies, which factors in this case. I've been fascinated with the Apocolypse for a very long time... and honestly I'd enjoy the strangeties that would follow as purpose. To live is my purpose... I'm sure you understand what I'm saying. It boils down to simple desire to have purpose...

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