Whether its down to a man-made contagion, or radiation from a detonated satellite returning from Venus, or some kind of ancient hippy-dippy sorcery, the zombie apocalypse is an inevitability which we all must face. Fortunately, there have been enough films on the subject for us to use as source material when working out how to stave off the cold, clammy, grasping hands of the undead. That said, no film ever seen suggests getting to a fortification and just waiting until the zombies either freeze in the winter (theyre dead, so no body heat or impulse to avoid hypothermia), rot to bits in the summer (theyre dead, so no immune system to fight off bacteria), or get picked to pieces by intrigued seagulls and other scavengers (who presumably arent going to be affected by whatever brought your grandma shuffling back into the bingo hall after fifteen years in Valhalla). Presumably thats because itd a bit tedious watching people just waiting around for six months, but hey, Im no George A. Romero. If we make the small assumption that these are the reanimated corpses of the recently deceased, rather than possessed or infected people who are still, roughly speaking, alive, then it looks like the only group of people likely to survive the rapture are actually film geeks. Which is great news for you...
