One of our favorite topics of discussion at ZRS headquarters is the worst way to die in a zombie pandemic. After much debate, here’s the consensus view:
Imagine being tied up to a light pole by your former friends and family. Your post-apocalyptic hometown is crawling with zombies, and the only way to clear the horde is the offer up a decoy. You are that decoy.
The rest of the survivors in your group wait in upper floors of nearby buildings, armed to the teeth, but under strict orders not to fire until they see the whites of your intestines. You didn’t volunteer for this morbid assignment, but the alliances that formed behind your back have now voted you out.
Zombies approach your post from all sides. You can’t do anything but watch as they get closer and closer.
Finally on top of you, they hungrily claw at your exposed body as they’re picked off one by one. Your friends save the last bullet for you, only after you’ve finally given into an agonizingly slow death.
You die betrayed, tortured and eaten alive.
What’s worse than that?