What we talk about as zombie apocalypse is not violence, but the fear of joining that overwhelming mass that stands against social codes of identification. We cower in the face of the chaotic horde of undifferentiated particles, not held in place by culture or history, let loose and run rampant in the streets. The oozing pus and sucking wounds are only the icon, the marking by our culture of what it would like us to find truly horrifying: vast numbers of people without names, jobs, or other cultural ranking, walking in the streets without regard to traffic, plunging through architecture without notice of its design, smashing televisions to the ground without responding to advertising, as faceless as if masked, as nihilistic as if smashing shop windows for pleasure. There is nothing so monstrous to culture’s value system as the zombie bloc. (via it’s only an apocalypse when the zombies fight back | THE STATE)