Assignment 8- Hannah Whaley - zombies are gonna end the world

Fears- failure of any kind, zombies, cancer, paralysis, deadly insects, my family being harmed, dying alone, and being socially isolated.
Annoyances- people who are rude for no reason, when people leave me on read or open/being ignored, being taken advantage of, when my dog Skip barks, and anything my sister says or does.
Accomplishments- healthy mentally/physically/socially, doing well enough in school, not ruining my life yet
Confusions- do we all perceive stimuli the same way...?
Sorrows- being an underachiever, not having as much time to read, not being as close to my family
Dreams- being successful financially with a happy marriage. I just want to be happy.
Idiosyncrasies- nerd who has some athletic skill
Risks- going for national merit, eating more calories than I could lose
Beloved possessions- my friends, family, pets, pantry, and closet
Problems- not worrying about everything, caring too much what other think, always going out of my way to help others


My fears are all modern, sensible ones. It makes sense to fear the sickeningly disheartening feeling of failure. It makes sense to fear one infected cell taking over your body, killing you slowly. It makes sense to fear insects or any kind of loneliness. But the one overpowering, spirit-crushing fear that I harbor deep within me... is of ZOMBIES. The flaps of decayed skin hanging from an emaciated corpse as it creeps slowly towards me, bones hanging together by threads of ligaments and eyes glowing with hunger - this image terrifies me like no other. I can imagine the scenarios that could birth a generation of zombies. A simple medical mistake that destroys the brain, a virus that overtakes the body like that one fungus control ants, or a random genetic mutation could all be what start the end of the world. The reason I fear zombies the most is because, not only are they disgustingly evil, but your own family and friends could become what you hate most. Death for a loved one is much preferable to seeing them as a brain-devouring, soulless corpse. Tell me there’s something worse than having to look into the dead, hungry eyes of your family member as you shoot them in the head.