Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm here for a quick review!!
First Impression: Well this was quite hilarious and I love the concept behind it. I think you do a really good job of bringing this rather crazy seeming future apocalypse thing to life and that ending of yours certainly took me by surprise in how much good advice was in it. So that was a pleasant surprise at the end of a pretty silly story up to that point.
Anyway let's get right to it,
The one hundredth meeting of the Human Alliance of Science and Belief against Evil and the Events of Nine o three (Or, the Has Been Society) is called on a cruddy morning during the Zombie Apocalypse.
Starting off with a bunch of sci fi jargon and I love it. Sets the mood for what this is going to be quite well and immediately gets us asking questions which is also a good idea. I also like that you've used enough familiar words that we know something serious is going down.
There are five parties. Three of them are the Governors, the Dual Paths, and the Rich Republic.
I wouldn't give any bonus points for creative names but then a lot of places have boring names anyway so why not.
But no one cares about them. Because this meeting isn’t for them. Today, all eyes are on the Optimists and the Logisticians, who sit on opposite sides of the room.
Now those are far more interesting names.
Each of the two parties has forty people, and all eighty of them are glaring daggers at one another. In between them is President Barty, who doesn’t have much of a say, and is really there to keep everyone from murdering each other.
Wow, that is an awesome name for a president. And well good amount of explanation by now but I hope its not going to be too much without anything actually happening. The limit is being reached slowly.
He clears his throat, and rises from his seat, which was scavenged from an abandoned Walmart, and addresses each of the parties.
Of course Walmart is involved in this.
“This meeting was called to continue the discussion on the moral debate of killing Zombies-“
Ohh...well somebody had to think of that smoeday.
Bob, who was formerly a builder, rises, “We need time to study them, to understand how they became that way, and how to save them.” He says, “They were our friends, our family,” The Optimists nod, along with a few of the Dual Paths. But Barty frowns.
As far as an argument goes that's not bad but I love the subtle humor in there too...
“Yeah, we’re just going around in circles now!” Says Penelope, a Governor, “We need to get to work on rebuilding our government.”
“And the Economy.” Adds an unimportant Rich Republic man.
Keeping your priorities in mind I suppose.
“Logisticians, anything to add?” Asks Barty.
A man in a tatter Tux rises to the stand. His name is Trevor, a former Congressman, before the United States exploded.
Oh dear, the United States just straight up exploded? That must have been quite an interesting time.
“And let me guess, what we need to do is eradicate all infected people, including children, am I correct?” Called Nancy True, a former Hair Stylist who lost her job to Robots.
I know I'm supposed to be paying attention to killing zombie children but I'm more interested in robot hair stylists for some reason.
Trevor glared down at her from the stand, “We need to at least quarantine them, we can’t let them infect-“
His words were drowned out by an array of protests.
Well that seems like a perfectly good idea although I assume it does not go well judging by the interruptions.
“We can’t cage human beings!”
“We’re people, not animals!”
“What gives you the right-?”
Valid points but then... its zombies...
But before Barty could step in to calm everyone down, someone screamed.
Of course they did.
And then suddenly, the Optimists were pushing to get out of their seats, and away from something.
Guns were drawn. People ran over to the commotion, and on the ground were three people.
Oh dear, looks like its about to get quite interesting now, that should be fun.
Mrs. Jewel was dead, Jimmy Jones was clambering over to them, clutching his right arm, bleeding Green, and blinking. Beside Mrs. Jewel, Mr. Jewels eyes were glowing Red.
I'm going to take a wild guess and say they've been zombified.
With a bang loud enough to wake the undead, the Zombie fell to the ground beside his wife.
And then with one more, so was Mr. Jones.
So much for zombie policies I suppose.
According to certain people, that is.
But smart people, who look at this incident in an unbiased manner, know that the real tragedy was that no one tried to understand each other. Rather, they fought, and fought. And that what was really eating them away was not the zombies, but one another.
Well that is a surprsingly deep message to end this pretty fun story but I will take it.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall I liked this quite a bit and if you do post more parts from this idea of yours even if they are delayed I would certainly read them. So yeah I think that's about all that I have to say about this.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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