僵尸世界大战

Mother Nature is a serial killer. No one's better. More creative. But like all serial killers, she cann't help the urgent to want to get caught. What good are all those brilliant crimes if no one takes the credit ? So she leaves crumbs. Now, the hard part, why you spend a decade in school, is seeing the crumbs for the clues they are. Sometimes the thing you thought was the most brutal aspect of the virus, turns out to be the chink in its armor. And she loves disguising her weaknesses as strengths. Now, the hard part is seeing the crumbs for the clues they are.

The problem with most people is that they don't believe something can happen until it already has. It's not stupidity or weakness. It's just human nature.

The Tenth Man. If nine of us look at the same inforamtion and arrive at the exact same conclusion, it's the duty of the tenth man to disagree. No matter how improbable it may seem, the tenth man has to start digging on the assumption that the other nine are wrong.

I believe these things have a weakness. And that weakness is weakness. Our weakness. I have witnessed them liternally bypass people. Walk right around them like a river around a rock. I think, because those people were sick. I think they were terminal. And these things could sense it. I think they're spreading a pathogen, and they need a healthy host. But even if you're right, I mean, infecting the populace with a lethal illness is not exactly a cure. it's nore a cure. It's camouflage. There's a natural precedent. Hungry predators will avoid diseased bodies. Equipped with the right pathogen, our troops would be essentially invisible to the enemy.

We have no idea which one's goning to work. We don't know if any of them will work.

This isn't the end. Not even close. We still don't know how it started. If you can fight, fight. Help each other. Be prepared for anything. Our war has just begun.