Not to be outdone, the rise in "sexy" vampires has been followed by the rise in "sexy" werewolves (what! why? how?). The former grotesque, cursed and tortured creatures of the night have become the bad boy you just know you could reform, and if he has some sort of physical challenge to overcome (aversion to sunlight, bloodlust and murderous rampaging hairiness always make me say, "Awwww.") so much the better.
This is why I like zombies the most. You just can't sex them up. Zombies are disgusting shambling rotting corpses and they want to eat your brains. And there's nothing wrong with that.
Here's some things that people will never say about zombies:
-ooh...I love the way that zombie sparkles in the sun like glitter.
-I'm sitting next to this hot zombie in math class. He stares penetrately in my direction, dessicated eyeballs rolling in their attractive sockets. As the stench of his petrifying flesh wafts by my desk, I wonder: would he be going to the pep rally later?
-I'm sitting next to this hot zombie in math class. He stares penetrately in my direction, dessicated eyeballs rolling in their attractive sockets. As the stench of his petrifying flesh wafts by my desk, I wonder: would he be going to the pep rally later?
-As he lay me back against the satin sheets, I panted feverishly. He leaned in to kiss me, his rotting lips flaking longingly. He murmured, "Blaaagh..."
I'm pretty sure I will never have to watch my beloved zombies pimped out to sell more romance novels. I love you, walking corpses! Now where did I put my shotgun?
