All the talk recently about the first two women to graduate from the
US Army Ranger School made me reminisce about my time in Ranger school,
37 years ago. Where to begin. Well, it was hard. Historically the
graduation rate is around 50 percent, and most quit within the first few
days, which surprised me. To apply for Ranger school you have to be
recommended by your cadre or your commander, plus you have to surpass
the prerequisites for physical fitness and military skills. Basically,
you have to convince everyone that you're the kind of demented,
hard-headed kook who could make it through the nine weeks of anguish.
Before you left for the school, you are briefed by recent graduates
about what to expect. I remember listening to their litany of misery and
asking, "Didn't you do anything fun?" The two Rangers looked at me like
I'd grown an extra head. I did spend the month before I was to report
for the school toughing myself up. Besides my usual routin…
So here I was typing merrily along on my zombie novel when I was suddenly faced with a very important decision. There’s a dog in my book and he jumps into a horde of zombies… do the zombies go for him?
I think this is an issue many zombie writers face: to infect or not to infect the animals of the world. I honestly had no problem infecting my lovely little dog (even though there is the age old adage that no dogs shall be killed in books else face the wrath of fans forevermore I wondered if it counted if said dog can come back from the dead… though I guess I Am Legend kind of answered that question).
But then I started to think about it some more. If dogs could become infected, what about all the other animals? And while zombie cows would be totally awesome, I think zombie mosquitoes would totally suck (query: since roaches are impossible to kill anyways, aren’t they basically already zombies?).
Naturally, because I’ll take any excuse not to write, this got me thinking. What would be…