I dont understand it. Usually, I only get a violent soft-on when playing Super Mario Bros., but there I was, regaling in my finery and the musty scent of my room, reading my newly-acquired Survival Guide when it happened- I realized the book was turning me on.
Oh dear! I thought. I didnt know if there was anything actually sexy about Zombies. At first I tried to tell myself that I was fantasizing about being on the lamb- hiding out in dark corners and underground safe houses in a city overrun by the putrid, flesh-hungry walking dead yes, its that wan stranger I meet along the way and partner up with that Im getting heated up at the thought of I said to myself The danger all around us, the despair and loneliness, its so romantic .
But no- I had to come to terms with what may have been my own perversity: I was turned on by the thought of killing zombies.
Surprising? Yes. Wrong? Not when it feels so right! Bring on the undead legions! My guns are at the ready!