Zombie Apocalypse Class - Could you Survive?

Teachers often come up with innovative ways to engage learning, the example from the University of Michigan was a breath of fresh air. A choice of a test or setting up a zombie apocalypse, it was literally a 'No-Brainer'.

The Epidemiology class, which is the study of patterns, causes and effects of health and disease conditions amongst defined populations, had to run this test apocalypse to help them pass a class based around survival preparation. There was some great examples of zombie outfits on show, but the real test was to understand all the elements needed should this type of outbreak occur.
This may all sound like a bit of a fun jolly, but in the real world there is often disasters both health related and otherwise, which require you to prepare. Zombies have gotten a lot of press, in no small part to the huge increase in television and film media, meaning the backdrop for this test was both fun and engaging.

So if your a teacher or a student, why not think up something this engaging to do. There are many different aspects to survival preparation, often applicable across a myriad of different situations. Remember survival preparedness does not have to be dull or boring, it can be fun and engaging!

Practice for the Zombie Apocalypse

Last week we gave you the details of where you can role play the Zombie apocalypse, this will have no doubt awakened your inner zombie preparedness geek and you want more to keep you in tip top shape for the undoubtedly inevitable zombie apocalypse?

Well we have now found a company that will provide you with a variety of targets to practice your head shots of just to decorate your garden with. Recent media coverage was outraged as they began to stock ex-girlfriend zombie targets complete with ripped top and bra showing which bleed when shot.

Whilst we don't advocate the use of guns for the zombie apocalypse due to their loud nature and constant need of ammo we do like to show you some of the awesome products that are out there.

We do have issue however with this particular ex girlfriend model, clearly aimed at rednecks with its rather dated hairstyle, then we realised you can apply any wig you like so that made us feel much better.

You may also want to check this video out showcasing their exploding bullets. I would imagine should you be stupid enough to use these you would be overcome with walkers within minutes but you know each to their own.

Zombie disguise

So the apocalypse is getting closer by the day and the number of people wanting to prepare grows. The key to preparation is to ensure you have a great plan as seen here Zombie Guide and the right equipment. Now due to the low brain functionality of Zombies it would be worth getting a disguise. The reason a disguise is good is that in crowded situations when you go out for supplies you will need to walk past them undetected, any melee would be a bad idea and draw yet more in your direction. Zombies disguises are easy all you need is a mask:

Friendly zombie

Evil zombie

The internal struggle for supremacy

Once you have the mask ensure the rest of your body is covered, this will help with any potential bites but also it will disguise your non rotten flesh. If you have natural bright eyes you may wish to go for some contacts to make the dead or infected look perfect:

Dead look contacts £20

Infected look contacts £20

The final element and most important to your disguise is the stench. You need to ensure you cover yourself with rotten flesh peices and blood from a previously killed zombie. This will make it less easy for the zombie to smell your natural odour and attack.

Once the costume is complete it will mean you can venture out into the world on reconosance missions and find all the items you need to ride out the apocalypse safe in your bunker.

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Zombies are on the way

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Dealing with the Devil

Yesterday I met a strange character. It was in the bathroom of a rather run down rock club just off Portland street in Manchester. I was a few drinks to the good and he had noticed I was singing away a track I had been listening too earlier that night. I'm not sure whether it was the happy vibe of the place or the copiuos amounts of lager i had consumed but we got into a great debate around music. I was articulating the point that the problem with life is the pursuit of money and how being a full time musician would be a great change in life balance. His smile was permenant and he created an air of hope and joy as I spoke making me want to divulge more and more of my hidden desire to completely change my life. The conversation laster around 45 minutes by which time my friends had all made their rather sheepish moves on variously attractive and some not so attractive females. I left to go back to my hotel and closed the door on what was a pleasant but unproductive night, dropping my change and reciepts from the bar on the side. Once undressed I lay on the bed slight shimmer of sweat from the club still sticking to me as I began to fall asleep.

This morning I awoke to a rather large black suitcase which wasn't mine next to me. I thought at first perhaps I had stumbled into the wrong room and someone the receptionist had programmed the key card to the same as another room, the only thing that convinced me this wasnt the case was the jacket on the back of the chair which was definetly mind and not something I had been wearing so must have been there prior to my drunken night out. I looked at my phone and there was 4,800 twitter and facebook notifications and 14 missed calls. I was concerned given that i only have 98 friends how the hell could I have gotten this much attention, had there been a news article about me, perhaps my lottery ticket had won and my identity released but surely not prior to letting me know?

As i went through the tweets it was a lot of random people saying how amazingly cool I was and wish I would retweet them and some mentions of a band called cash and eddy. I wasn't sure what to do so I logged onto my ipad and begin a search for Cash and Eddy. This brought up a host of links to music which was amazing, like a cross between Stone Roses and Flo Rida it touched various genres and was the best i had heard since, well ever. I was beginning to get concerned I was being watched like some bizarre MTV prank show but surely they wouldnt have gone to that much effort. Next stop my RBS bank app which showed my account balance with 8 more zeros after the initial 4 numbers than I had ever had in my account. Ok now I was panicking, dialing my friends numbers one after the other they all asked who I was and had no recollection of me but seemed very excited that I was calling them and curious as to how I had their number. My wife wasn't answering so I called her at work and she again had no knowledge of who I was

"but Sara where is our baby Kevin?" 
"Who is Kevin?"

my heart sank as she hung up on me with the threat of the police if i didnt stop making these outlandish claims. Now i'm thinking this is a dream surely my whole life has changed where do I go what do I do. The door went and I answered to a rather fat balding man with a nice suit on.

"Hey superstar why didnt you answer my calls?"
"Who the fuck are you? Why the fuck do all my friends think im some superstar they have never met? and what the fuck have you done with my kid?"
"Nice one mate, you been snorting a bit too much last night? remember we are on radio 1 in two hours so you best get up and hope you have done a track for the live lounge?"

I turned away and went to the bathroom, sweating i started to run the tap and noticed the stamp on the back of my hand from the club last night. Ok so I definetly remember the club but since that i just came back and went to sleep so how has this happened. Having washed I returned to the room and on the bed was an outfit I wouldnt even consider wearing if you paid me and three other strangers all rushing around and saying sit here we need to sort your hair and make up. I went along with it and they all left. Glancing in the mirror I looked like a fucking tool with skinny jeans and a loose top my short hair spiked with make up that made me look like an extra from jersey shore. The fat bloke ushered me down the stairs and through the kitchen into the sunlight and then hurredly into the back of a BMW with blacked out windows. On arrival at the studio I started to really begin to get annoyed and my brain felt like it might explode. I bolted out the car and ran down the street but crowds began to stare at me and approach me some screaming my name others simply tugging at their pockets for their camera phone. I couldn't get away and under a mass of people i passed out.

I woke up tied to a bed. My wrists hurt and there was a string of light coming in from a tiny window high up the wall. The fat bloke was there and began to speak

"OK so we think someone gave you some drugs last night and you have amnesia. the restraints are for your safety as you wouldn't settle down and kept shouting out Kevin every two seconds. I'm trying to get the best doctors here and then we can get to the bottom of this, just hold in there mate"

I was going to reply but i didnt a single tear trickled down my face and i turned to rub it into the overly soft pillow my head was resting on. A doctor arrived and entered the room with a notepad and a recording device. We went over all the events of my life I could remember in detail which to me was a full history of everything from fingering Bridget Bell in first year to having a chat with a weirdo in the toilets last night. That is when it dawned on me, I had left my drink on the side when i went to the cubicle and he was there when I came out. He must have drugged me.

CCTV images showed the man leaving the club and entering a taxi. I got a phone call at my apartment (well what they told me was my apartment) to give me the address. Its amazing what giving a private investigator £5k will do in 4 hours. The guys name was Mr D Incarnet. I went to the address and knocked the door which swung open. I entered and walked to the lounge at the bottom of the hallway which i could see a faint blue light eminating from. On the chair was the man from last night:

He explained to me that I had offered him my talent for a simple normal life with good friends and a loving wife and child. He had taken away all my skills and left me with the imprint of this life but nothing more as the deal was only for my life so far. I could not breathe, all my memories were false, i have no life this is me. The door slammed shut and I fell, for hours I fell until finally i landed on a rock hard table. The rest of eternity this would be my home, caring for people that don't know I exist.




If you would like to be the devile you can get the mask from Http://www.horroremporium.com

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Zombies are real

So the idea of zombies are pretty basic. Someone dies and then there body comes back to life and has a Hunger to eat brains. Ok so why is this such a popular movie genre?

Well if you think about death as most of us have done then you will be familiar with the concept of loss and how desperate people can be to have that one final conversation or to be with their loved ones again. This concept has then had a lot of mainstream success with TV shows like 'Dead like me' and 'Pushing Daisies' exploring the concept of life after death. But in the real world people have been playing around with this idea aswell and unfortunately in most cases it isn't all fun and laughter. If you look into voodoo magic and even to conventional medicine which seeks to prolong life after death can in fact leave the recipient a shell of their former self. It stands to reason then that zombies may become very real one day and if you read http://www.zombieworldnews.com then you can keep up to date with all the events surrounding this topic, from the florida motorway face muncher to the washington patient who took a bite of an ambulance worker.

So we understand the concept is possible and in many ways this makes it much more terrifying, in the same way Freddy Krueger is terrifying in that we cannot do anything to defend ourselves short of stockpiling guns and ammo in our loft or only sleeping whilst being watched. This makes the zombie a great scare. I personally enjoy the slow group zombies that get you by sheer volume rather than the later 28 days zombie that can run really fast and in fact present a much greater challenge. Partly because I would like to find me a nice shopping centre and live my days out wearing new clothes and sitting on the roof doing some sport shooting.

So for the ultimate in scary costumes you have an option of really scary zombie with lots of gore or as pictured below the unfortunate golfer zombie who has just discovered he is in fact undead and has this strange urge to eat some brains.

 Both masks can be found at the store http://www.horroremporium.com for great low price.
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