After reading a great many zombies books over the last year I have come to a conclusion: The most interesting part of any Zombie tale isn't the ghastly hordes of the undead, the people fighting for their lives, no, not even exploding heads! It all the stuff they get! G.K. Chesterton puts it best:
"Robinson Crusoe," which I read about this time, and which owes its eternal vivacity to the fact that it celebrates the poetry of limits, nay, even the wild romance of prudence. Crusoe is a man on a small rock with a few comforts just snatched from the sea: the best thing in the book is simply the list of things saved from the wreck. The greatest of poems is an inventory. Every kitchen tool becomes ideal because Crusoe might have dropped it in the sea. It is a good exercise, in empty or ugly hours of the day, to look at anything, the coal-scuttle or the book-case, and think how happy one could be to have brought it out of the sinking ship on to the solitary island. But it is a better exercise still to remember how all things have had this hair-breadth escape: everything has been saved from a wreck.
Seriously, if that ain't it. The parts I remember most vividly in Day By Day Armageddon, Plague of the Dead, World War Z, etc is all the stuff someone manages to get, whether it's a new rifle or a watch from a newly dead walker. That is the appeal, well that and awesome head shots! :-D
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