Z Nation

Christmas With the Walking Dead


Illustration Credit: Claudia Meyer

The zombie genre fascinates me – Fear the Walking Dead, Z Nation, The Walking Dead -I can’t watch enough of it.

I’ve even completed a “How long would you survive in a Zombie apocalypse” quiz. Eighteen months was the outcome, enough time for me to write the Zombie Haiku Anthology.

It is also on my bucket list to appear as an extra in a zombie film, or episode, and earlier this week I fulfilled the wish.

I went Christmas shopping in Central London.

Hordes of zombified shoppers wandered aimless through shops and across roads and pavements. Adults shouted at dogs, dogs barked at children, and children howled at adults.

In one store, I witnessed two women screaming at a store assistant after being told that the toy “their children couldn’t possibly live without”, the Hatchimal, was out of stock and no further deliveries expected until the 27th of December.

As the two women stormed out of the shop, reflecting on their children’s ruined Christmas, the assistant turned to a colleague and said, “I think I’m turning into a Zombie.”

How did we get to this point in our evolution? Isn’t Christmas, and the festive season, supposed to be a time of enjoyment and sharing happiness with family and friends?

At least the experience gave me some thoughts and material for this senryu.

Zombie hordes descend.
In a manger, far away,
A saviour cries.

Has the Christmas zombie virus struck where you are?

Please let me know and I’ll inform the authorities.