The fucking pear on PacMan is worth 8000 points. OH MY GOD.

I am reading the best zomboe fiction I've ever seen, by Kim Newman, called "Amerikanski Dead at the Moscow Morgue." Imagine late-90's Russia dealing with zombie outbreak, at the point where people are used to the dead but still a little scared. The thing that makes this story novel is that one of the scientists, working on bodies in the basement of an old Red Square spa, speculates that the shambling, moaning state is a developmental stage before the dead become stronger and more capable of functioning...as if the zombies aren't just dead bodies but a new species entirely.

Anyway, probably no one will ever read this story, so I don't know why I'm writing this. I mean, it's in some back-corner horror anthology (_999_). But it's good anyway, and if you're ever at my apartment and you like the undead, check it out.