My husband and I are beginning to compromise on something we have differed on since the beginning of us. It is a very difficult subject, and something I hesitate to make public on this blog.
He has grown up in love with the undead, and owns every zombie movie ever made. Lawyer by day, but zombie killer by night, he plays Resident Evil on Play Station 3 (AFTER our son has gone to bed).
I tried to love it with him. I watched Resident Evil with him, but even the clean flicks version was too gross. I even watched the grandfather of all zombie movies. You know the black and white one from the 60's, with bad makeup? Still pretty gross.
But then I read a zombie book. And then another one. Okay, so zombies in literature aren't as gross as zombies on film. Now we can discuss rotting, walking, brainless corpses together and enjoy them. What have I learned from this? The best way to kill a zombie is to chop off its head.