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Problem Two: Zombies Distract You from the Important Things
Maisy’s busy showering off blood and zombie brains and is suddenly confronted by the horrible reality that she’s killed dozens of people. Sure, they were zombies but they were people before they were zombies. Well, that just sucks. How is she supposed to deal with important things like boys, the prom, and whether or not her butt looks cute when she has to think about junk like that?
Please note: The series of stories in THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND OTHER THINGS SCREWING UP MY SOCIAL LIFE has a great deal of bloody violence (like you might expect with the words “Zombie” and “Apocalypse” in the title—come to think of it, there are probably some of you out there who would expect that because of the words “Social Life”) so it’s probably not appropriate for everybody who’d like to read it. Give it some time and then go bug your parents for permission.
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It’s kind of weird and strange to think that putting two slugs in somebody’s forehead gives you a philosophical moment but lately I thought a lot about such things. I guess it was strange to me because I had been trying so hard to balance important things along with the new world of zombie infestation. It was hard to do, too. Heck, I had so much to do! I had to worry about the prom, keeping up with my homework, and doing everything I could to bat my eyes at the right moment to the right people but still make sure others knew when I was being scornful.
I had to think about more, though, and that was pretty damned unfair. Sure, teenage girls have always had it hard but not like me. All of a sudden I felt confronted with the reality that every zombie who received bullets from me (and frankly I was pretty good at shooting zombies) had been a real person at some point in time. I’m not saying that I was consumed with guilt or anything like that. Hell, I feel a whole lot guiltier when I have to tell a nerd that there’s no way on earth that I’m going out with him than I feel about shooting a zombie. Let me tell you something. It’s particularly harder on the nerds now that the nerds are the heroes of the world given that they’d been predicting some kind of an apocalypse like this forever. I think the only thing that would have made nerds more popular is if dragons had started swooping down from the skies and orcs had started crawling out of the sewers. So, they’re used to hearing girls say, “Yes.” I still kind of go for the normal good-looking-guy types. I don’t know. Maybe it’s Apocalypse denial.
Please note: The series of stories in THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND OTHER THINGS SCREWING UP MY SOCIAL LIFE has a great deal of bloody violence (like you might expect with the words “Zombie” and “Apocalypse” in the title—come to think of it, there are probably some of you out there who would expect that because of the words “Social Life”) so it’s probably not appropriate for everybody who’d like to read it. Give it some time and then go bug your parents for permission.
Here is a preview:
It’s kind of weird and strange to think that putting two slugs in somebody’s forehead gives you a philosophical moment but lately I thought a lot about such things. I guess it was strange to me because I had been trying so hard to balance important things along with the new world of zombie infestation. It was hard to do, too. Heck, I had so much to do! I had to worry about the prom, keeping up with my homework, and doing everything I could to bat my eyes at the right moment to the right people but still make sure others knew when I was being scornful.
I had to think about more, though, and that was pretty damned unfair. Sure, teenage girls have always had it hard but not like me. All of a sudden I felt confronted with the reality that every zombie who received bullets from me (and frankly I was pretty good at shooting zombies) had been a real person at some point in time. I’m not saying that I was consumed with guilt or anything like that. Hell, I feel a whole lot guiltier when I have to tell a nerd that there’s no way on earth that I’m going out with him than I feel about shooting a zombie. Let me tell you something. It’s particularly harder on the nerds now that the nerds are the heroes of the world given that they’d been predicting some kind of an apocalypse like this forever. I think the only thing that would have made nerds more popular is if dragons had started swooping down from the skies and orcs had started crawling out of the sewers. So, they’re used to hearing girls say, “Yes.” I still kind of go for the normal good-looking-guy types. I don’t know. Maybe it’s Apocalypse denial.
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First published August 6, 2014
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June 25, 2016
I like ya books but this is too much for my taste.
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