Last night, Beau and I watched the first episode of the new AMC show The Walking Dead (I swear that's not all we do with our spare time, it just sounds like it lately). It's a good show. Violent, but good. If you can get through the first five minutes, you can totally do it (maybe until the part with the horse, but I digress).
At one part in the show, a man is conflicted; his wife was stricken with the fever and has turned into a zombie. He has her in the crosshairs of his rifle, but he just can't bring himself to pull the trigger because she was the love of his life.
At that point, I turned to Beau and said In that situation, you'd totally pull the trigger and put me down, wouldn't y...
ABSOLUTELY.
[Ok, it's not as though I didn't expect him to say it, but it was the speed and ease with which his answer came that gave me pause.]
So you'd just shoot me in the face without a second thought?
No, I'd probably shoot you in the back of the head. Or beat you to death with a baseball bat.*
I sat there for a minute, just soaking in the romance of that vision.
Then he said Come on! You're a zombie. You'd WANT me to do it. You'd do the same thing to me.
Well, now I would.
Sigh. Note to self: No more If We Were Zombies discussions with Beau.
*This violence is 100% zombie-situational. Beau would NEVER lay a hand on me in anger in a non-zombie situation.
This is really telling though...I think you need to ask him about some other situations. For example, what if you turned into a vampire? (Fangs are so hot right now...)
ReplyDeleteI would drive a stake through her heart, then cut off a body part and keep it as a souvinier, because I love her so much... HEY! We have to kill the Undead or we will regret it later! I love her as she is now, but after a Zombie Apocolypse, all bets are off. Are we still on for tomorrow? Love, Beau. PS: You look nice today.
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