Yeh - lol - I liked that film I was buying something else and the women behind the counter was like "oh you have to have this too". Rofl so I got that too.
The zombies were everywhere. A simple slice to the neck or chop to the throat was all it took to incapacitate one. They weren’t like any zombies I’d ever seen. They were Haitian. All of them. Which makes sense, since we were in Haiti at the time. Usually though, when you think of zombies, it’s all gory and rotten flesh. The living dead. Not always the case. These zombies seemed like normal people. They wore clothes. Their skin was still intact. They spoke words and worked together to devour their prey. I worked my way through the thick Haitian jungle, wading through swamp and moist wetlands, chopping and slicing my way though the bodies. I’d found a sword. I’m not sure where I found it. Ah yes, now that I recall, it was a display behind the tiki bar where we were staying at the time. It was long and broad and had just enough reach to stick down a zombie throat or slice a neck open. Except for when this really big guy had a knife to my side and all I could do was hack and hack and hack until his head hung on a hinge from his shoulders. It all ended when I got lost in the jungle. The path made a circle back on itself and the zombies were ahead and behind me. Eventually they overcame me, and, though I tried to cut as many down as I could, there were just too many and my life was taken from me. Smothered under the water as they pushed me down and ripped chunks of flesh from my back. Goodbye cruel zombie world. This is the end.
