The Death Trap
Zombie Apocalypses are not fair. Who lives and who dies is as much dumb luck as anything else. Being in the right place at the right time. Maybe hooking up with a leader who’s willing to keep you alive. When things go to Hell, your chances at survival—at least initially—will be heavily dependent on pure, stupid, chance. And that means that there will be a lot of idiots running around.
Maybe they are the kind of person who makes a lot of noise when they need to be quiet. Maybe they are the person who is supposed to guard the door and let you in after you go out to get water, but then they get distracted. These are the guys who always come out of hiding thirty seconds too soon, who start a fire in the middle of the night, who fire a gun to kill a single zombie when a blunt instrument to the back of the head would do just fine. Sometimes they refuse to accept reality, constantly arguing that the zombies can be saved or that the group shouldn’t kill the guy who has been bit and is clearly five minutes from being a full blown Zed (note the Canadian, eh. I’m inclusive.) Or maybe they are the girl who insists on going after the darn dog when it runs off into the midst of the zombie horde. Or maybe they are the dog. (I’m looking at you Chips.) Either way, two things are certain. They aren’t making it to the end of the movie/zombie apocalypse, and neither are you.