Zombies were -- pardon the expression -- dead as a fucking doornail.
Everyone made a zombie movie or a zombie game or a zombie novel. Always the same plots with a few variations. Sometimes the variation was better makeup, sometimes a different pseudo-scientific origin. Alien brainchips, voodoo magic, mutated fungus. But it was always the small group of survivors, always the gore, always the paranoia, always survivors turning on each other before the walking dead overran them.
The only thing more played out than the zombie story was the found footage "Hey, we're from the Ghost Stalkers TV show, and we're going into this abandoned asylum! OMG, GHOSTS ARE REAL?!?" movie.
And then -- AND THEN -- exactly like the bad set-up for a particularly bad movie, people start getting on the news and saying the dead actually are rising from the graves to feast on the living, complete with bloody video footage, cities on fire, anchormen weeping in terror.
I don't believe…