My Biggest Irrational Fear: The Zombie Apocalypse

My biggest irrational fear is being separated from my wife and kids during the zombie apocalypse.

I know, it's silly, but I guess that's why it's irrational.

Of course, you could apply this fear to any global disaster, but the zombie apocalypse is close to my heart.

Why would the zombie apocalypse be close to my heart, much less anyone's?

Well, here's the thing. I've had this idea for a book (or series of books) germinating in my head for a while now.

I'd like to do a story on the zombie apocalypse. A story that follows the lives of more than one group of characters. These characters will be all spread out across the United States and will eventually meet up (those that survive) at some point.

Hmmm, now that I say it out loud (or in this case, type it out) it sounds a bit like the Stand, doesn't it. Except with zombies. Ok, I might need to re-think this.

Anyway, one of these group of characters will be a family. A husband/father, a wife/mother, and two to three kids in grade school. The family, in my head, are based on my family. The husband/father works while the wife/mother is a homemaker. As the zombie apocalypse really gets into motion, when it gets to the point that people realize what's going on, the husband/father is at work, twenty or thirty miles from home where the wife and kids are. And he has to get to them.

Well, just thinking about all of that, and imagining that it's my family, will sometimes make me sick in the stomach with fear.

I know that the thought of a zombie apocalypse happening is really just the stuff of fiction, but hey, you never know.

But when I think of the off chance that a serious threat to this planet could happen, a threat so dire that death is virtually around every corner, and I think that I may not be there with my wife and kids to be with them, to help in some way to protect them from this threat. Well, it just simply scares the jeebers out of me.

That's what is making the writing of this story I have inside of me so difficult. I can't get past the fear and the sinking feeling in my stomach (which I am currently muscling through right now).

But maybe that's the ticket. Maybe I need to write it. Maybe I need to get it out of me and exorcise those demons of fear that have a nice tight grip on my bowels.

Maybe that's what I need to do.

What about you?

What is your biggest irrational fear?

Feel free to answer by leaving a comment.

Until then, I'll be under my blanket, crying softly to myself.

Damn zombies. They ruin all the fun.

2 comments:

  1. Man... my worst IRRATIONAL fear? I'm not sure. My most RECENT one is a car rear ending me when I stop at a stop sign, but I'm not sure how irrational that really is, considering it's happened to me TWICE this year.

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    1. People shouldn't be allowed to drive.

      Just me . . . and maybe a handful of others.

      :)

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