Zombie Cliche Lookout: The Village Asshole
Every zombie story, and really most horror stories in general, tend to have a character who is just a complete jerk for no good reason. Often, this character thinks he’s better than the rest of the survivors, or is too concerned with his own safety to worry at all about the safety of the rest of the group.
The trouble with these characters is that they often have some sort of power over the group. Perhaps they’re the only ones with the map to the safe house, or the only person who knows anything about emergency medicine (remember I said “often”; Ted doesn’t really seem to have much to offer here). Regardless, they are sadly indispensable, otherwise the rest of the group probably would have left them to their own devices ages ago.
About this Episode:
I know I’ve pointed this out before, but I really love the expression on Ted’s face. I think it just perfectly sums up the character: arrogant but kind of stupid.
Of course, at the same time he does make some pretty decent arguments, even if they are incredibly cold.
Also, the van’s lack of interior windows, especially in the front seats, is bothering my now.
As a Halloween bonus, I’ve put together a new page on the site: Zombies: An Illustrated History. This brief guide to the history of zombie features several LEGO® MOCs by our very own Greg (Yatkuu). Check it out.
Discussion Question: Biggest Scare
Since this is Halloween, I figured we might as well have a Halloween related discussion question, so here it is: what is the most scared you have ever been, and why?
I’ll share mine. In my senior year of college, I got a terrible job as a night security guard. The hours and pay were terrible, but I could do my homework at work, and I need the money for an engagement ring. And booze.
At any rate, my normal gig was babysitting an impound lot. Nothing too exciting there, but every now and then I got put onto other, more exciting jobs. One in particular ended up being very memorable: the Grand Rapids Public Museum. Most of the job was just sitting on ass, checking the cameras and getting caught up on my homework, but at the top of every hour I was responsible for making a round through the museum.
East enough, right? Not so much. You see, the museum was completely dark, and I only had a two-cell mag light with a very, very dim bulb. I didn’t at all know the layout of the place, having only ever been there once, during the day, three year prior. So I had to bumble my way through, which wouldn’t be so bad, except I was also responsible for hitting a dozen or so checkpoints so that the boss could see that rounds were being made.
There was also another little problem: the place was absolutely terrifying. I say this as a grown ass man, that dark museum was easy the most terrifying places I have ever been in my life. Mannequins and skeletons were everywhere shrouded in the shadows. There were weird noises. Some of the displays were motion-activated, and would suddenly spring to life if you wandered to close. And, every now and then, the flashlight would just sort of stop working, and I would have to shake it, or take the batteries out and fiddle around with the spring to make sure they were pressed up against the terminals.
It was a hell of a long night.
Coincidentally, the museum was running an exhibit on scrimshaw at the time. Fascinating stuff.