A large but finite number of fast, “smart” zombies (they run and they retain a limited intelligence, e.g. they still know how things like doors and elevators work, they’ll push a button if they encounter one, they can follow very basic logic, they might even be able to spot and avoid a trap, etc.).
An essentially endless number of slow, shambling, “dumb” zombies (they’re very slow, and follow just the most basic instinct to hunt and feed, on human brains of course; a doorknob will completely perplex them, but their sheer numbers mean they can eventually overwhelm almost any defense).
I’m 100% certain I’m almost instantly Zombie Chow either way.
The Men in Black are recruiting and they want YOU. You will be privy to knowledge and technology beyond your wildest imagination. In exchange you will be erased from all memory; no one will ever know you exist, anywhere.
I’m in. Erase me!
If I can get a few months to settle up a few things, I’m in.
No thanks. Flashy-thing me!
No thanks. Flashy-thing me, but if you don’t mind can you make me think I was just on some fantastic vacation or something?
(Inspired by something someone posted on Facebook recently, touting Baby Shark vs Staying Alive as the song rhythm of choice): Have you ever performed CPR (on a real person, not a CPR dummy)?