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youve heard of he would not fucking say that now get ready for she would not be a fucking wingman to those two guys

count dracula? uhhh ok. one

WRONG! searching "dracula" on letterboxd alone gives almost 600 results! and that's just movies! thousands of draculas are upon us

cmon they just started… give it some time

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Alright, I've gotten through six out of seven books of Charlie Higson's The Enemy series, and I do have to say that the enclave of infected-but-not-yet-turned survivalists who settle on Robert Scott's famous last words of "I'm just going outside and may be some time" as a black-comedy in-joke code phrase to indicate that they need to be taken out of sight of the group and shot before they fully turn, has cemented itself as one of my favorite beats in anything zombie related ever

the enemy is so funny because yeah thats exactly what would happen if a bunch of pre-teens were the last people on earth. they would come up with names like shadowman and jester for each other and they would give the zombies funny nicknames.

The Enemy is a series of children's books where the coolest POV character in the series is a partially-zombified fifteen year old kid with severe facial disfigurement who fills every room in a farmhouse with the ritualistically-burned severed heads of the zombies that he hunts and kills in order to stave off suicidal ideation- the first head in the collection having belonged to his infected father figure whose body he tore apart in a psychotic, grief-fueled fugue state triggered by having to put down the only guy who's treated him like a person in living memory. I am once again hoping that the occasionally-discordant level of editorial tolerance extended to graphic violence in stories intended for children continues forever and ever and ever because I am eating very well here