The best zombie novel of all time? What is the best zombie novel, a literary zombie novel, both exciting and with a messge. Virus Z: Beginning of the End by Rodolphus.
The Walking Dead, zombie mania, and the end of the world, a zombie apocalypse, with zombies being the natural by-product of our consumer world, consumerism run rampant, with the spiraling out-of-control push for a meat-eating culture, a blood-thirsty world where people are hypnotized to eat meat at every meal, that eating meat is good for you, that you must have, taken to its logical extreme, the zombie, a massive ecological and evolutionary change where most of the world's population is instantly changed into the very virus that runs throughout the cells of their bodies.
Aided by cell phones and antibiotic overuse, the zombie apocalypse is a foregone conclusion.
It is not a question of whether or not it is possible, but why has it taken so long to enact in its final, volcanic explosion.
Meat, meat, meat, you must eat meat, you are told this every day in every commercial and television jingle, meat is good for you, eat it, eat it, there is no such thing as clean or unclean, just eat, it tastes good, eat meat, eat meat, eat meat.
The world is attuned to the concept of the zombie, because, deep down, everyone knows, everyone understand, everyone feels it deep, deep in their bones, that it is happening, that people are changing, even now, right at this moment, into monsters, that modern society has predetermined the fate of mankind in a slavering, grotesquely groaning transmogrification into a massive viral entity, a world of meat eating meat eating meat, the zombie apocalypse.
Visionary artists and shock jocks such as George Romero and his Night of the Living Dead may seem like prophets, but they merely have tapped into the collective unconscious knowledge, that this spiraling out of control society is headed towards its own cannibalistic suicide.
Just as Avian Influenza hides out in wild birds, naturally, in general not harming its avian host, so too does our human-manufactured viral attacker hide out in us, even now, not the product of a man scientist working away in a hidden bunker laboratory, but right out in the open at every fast-food burger joint, right out in the open, hiding, at every poultry, at every factory farm, where animals are crammed together, snout to snout, beak to beak, crammed and slammed together and force-fed antibiotics, force-fed each others' germs, the animals becoming the perfect test tubes, the perfect beakers of viral exploration and colonnization, growing, every growing, every changing, ever developing, always reaching out, always testing the barriers, pressing the limits, exceeding what is good for them, the viruses very much like their ultimate host, humanity, jumping in zoonotic olympics, crossing the barrier, making that fantastic leap from the pig, from the chicken, from the cow, the slave denizens of our modern world, making that leap from animals to humans, it is happening, right now, by design, the design of greed and lust and cannibalistic yearnings.
Zombies are happening, right now, in you.
You are becoming a zombie, with every morsel of contaminated meat you licks your lips and bite, savoring that exquisite taste, the taste of blood, your bloodlust drives you forward, compelling you, the virus steering its host, the host obeying the needs of its viral bossman, and you become the zombie, you become what you abhor, and soon it is you that groans and quests out for that rip of flesh, that exquisite yearning for others that stagger and lurch, the other zombie, and those that fountain life, the life of light and the light of life, fountains of colorful fantastic exquisite light, and you covet what has died in you, you covet the light and you realize you have been lied to, that it has all been a bloodthirsty dream, and yet now, now you are release and finally now you can reach out and rip into others, you can take what is not yours, and you can make it yours in the zombie apocalypse, you can finally be what you have always dreamed of being, the nightmare, the night terror that wakes you at night, finally, finally, ah meat, ah beloved meat, oh how I need you, oh how I crave for you, that squirt of blood into my mouth, ah, I drink it, I need it, that suckle of fat, sucking the fat out of the flesh, that tang of urine soaked deep into the meat, and adrenaline, oh meat, oh meat, oh meat.
Yes, it is here. And you will either be on one side or the other. You will not choose in an instant. No, you are choosing now, you are choosing with every bite you take, becoming what you eat, becoming the unhealthy pig packed snout to ass and the chicken with its clipped beak and its bloody feathers and the cow slammed in the forehead by a rod of iron, you are becoming what you consume.
You know this, and you choose. You choose flesh, or you choose the light of life, the life of light, you choose, you are choosing now, even now. Oh you scoff, but you choose, you cannot help it because meat tastes good, blood is tangy and delicious and you need to quaff your lust with great goblets of brimming crimson, oh you ride the beast, you cannot get off, this rushing train that pounds through the everlasting night of the world, you cannot get off, you cannot make that leap, you have no choice you have no freedom of will or destiny or fate, it was all predestined for you, your zombie future.
Or do you have a choice? Today? Can you make a difference, can you choose something else, can you choose light over darkness?
Or is the groan building, even now, racing up your throat to emit in that terrible zombie moan of death and lust for living flesh?
Will you choose light? Or flesh?
Spirit? Or death?
You choose.