It's why I get miffed at all the dashing around in recent zombie films. It completely misses the point; transforms the threat to a straightforward physical danger from the zombies themselves, rather than our own inability to avoid them and these films are about us, not them. There's far more meat on the bones of the latter, far more juicy interpretation to get our teeth into. The first zombie is by comparison thin and one dimensional and ironically, it is down to all the exercise.
It finally had to.I understood that it wouldn__ be easy, it would be very hard; I__ need to resist the habit I had developed long ago _ with conviction. I__ have to be impolite, an inconvenience, and sometimes awkward. But if I could commit, all that discomfort would add up to zap predatory threats like a Taser gun. I__ stun them. They__ bow to me. I__ let my no echo against the mountains.
Girl in the Woods: A Memoir
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It finally had to.I understood that it wouldn__ be easy, it would be very hard; I__ need to resist the habit I had developed long ago _ with conviction. I__ have to be impolite, an inconvenience, and sometimes awkward. But if I could commit, all that discomfort would add up to zap predatory threats like a Taser gun. I__ stun them. They__ bow to me. I__ let my no echo against the mountains.
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