This is a pretty interesting take on the zombie apocalypse scenario. I like the thought that all the God-forsaken countries are the most prepared for handling the undead. I frequently think what it would be like to live in a place where you could die on your way to the convenience store and it would not be that out of the ordinary. I think it would do a number on your mental state to live in a place where stray bullets and improvised explosive devices where as much an everyday occurrence as telemarketers or junk mail. I cannot imagine the stress you would constantly be under. As much as it would suck, it would make you more adaptable and better adjusted to the horrors of flesh eating zombies.
It seems like being forced into a childhood of military service is the worst fate in today’s world. Maybe the sexual slave trade is worse. I do not know. I never want to find out. A career in the sex industry would not be very useful in the interest of survival if an epidemic starts to wake the dead and they happen to hunger for living flesh. Maybe you could sleep with somebody who would protect you. The soldier kids would be well suited for preserving for preserving the species. Their way of life would be the perfect training for survival. A time capsule of crimes against human rights. The meek of today shall inherit the infected Earth. It would be interesting if space invaders came after the zombie Armageddon and found sole survivors of our human legacy to be prepubescent warriors. That seems a little far-fetched but it could be cool if Earth was documented like that in some intergalactic filing system or library.
My favorite character is Gary. He seems like a well-intended junkie. I do not like to see him die and I think he is becoming bitter and evil. He has evolved into a super zombie and is having visions of some supernatural being. I think his near final death experience has given him a new take on his brethren and he is better able to empathize with them. That is how he has become this sort of zombie whisperer. It is interesting to think of zombies as victims of their addiction to meat. It personalizes them instead of being mere faces in an unrelenting crowd of cannibalistic doom.