Dec 3, 2043
Marcus Rosen, Scott Simmer
Co-Directors
Board of Zombie Ethics
123 Fake Street
Santa Monica, CA 90045
As of the last twenty-four hours, the movement towards equality with our undead brethren has reached a milestone: a crossbreed. The world has been waiting for this moment ever since the first zombie stumbled his way across Monroeville Cemetery. This crossbreed has not yet been captured, as no known force is capable of ceasing his momentum across the Mojave desert. Already he has torn apart the very fabric of society in the areas surrounding his path. The army has been called in, only to be brutally murdered; his cry for brains and vengeance is known to shred apart one’s very soul. This cry has repeatedly knocked satellites out of their orbit, and his beard singlehandedly stopped the space shuttle from returning to the planet’s surface. We speak, of course, of Zombie Chuck Norris.
After holding his own against the hordes of up to 12,000 in number with only a paperclip and his beard, Mr. Norris gave in due to his curiosity and the psychological trauma that could only follow tearing through 800 infected persons using only his big toe. Hs surrender was graceful and dignified. Sources claim he dashed into his hideout, conveniently located under 10 tons of dynamite and solid uranium, (very unstable uranium that may react at any moment), he put on his Sunday attire of a jet black suit and a polka dotted tie which of course bared the likeness of a goat. He delivered a 3 day address to the zombie masses while fighting them off with one hand, dramatically motioning with the other. He then proceeded to eat a chalupa. Upon allowing himself to be bitten, he realized the obvious: he simply could not die. Their disease could only make him stronger. Immediately following his realization, the uranium reacted with his awesomeness, and Mr. Norris strolled slowly away from the large, overdone, movie-like explosion, just to be more dramatic.
Little is known about the particular powers of Zombie Norris, but it is apparent that he has developed a tentacle that protrudes from his abdomen, a feature that neither of the original species possessed. In addition, a chainsaw has grown in place of his chin, hiding underneath his beard. This can be attributed to the zombie’s natural adaption to their greatest enemy, which at this point had gone unexpressed in their genetic code. His DNA is particularly interesting in that it is not only based on arcenic, but also gasoline, kerosene, heroin, and cocaine, giving him unlimited energy, explosive potential, and punching. The only known way to slow him down is to set him on fire, but he soon extinguishes it with pure manliness.
Where he is going is anyone’s guess, but he is coming out with a hip-hop album this summer: Brainz and Gunz, featuring hit song “WE WANT BRAINS NOWWWWW.” We would advise the public to be on the lookout, but simply gazing upon him will cause one’s brain to erupt through their ears out of sheer shock and awe. Think of the face-melting scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark, except much worse and more awe-inspiring. Suggested action upon hearing of a Zombie Norris sighting is to gouge one’s eyes out Oedipus-style and run. It doesn’t matter where too; it is most likely already too late.
Thank you for your time.
Marcus Rosen and Scott Simmer
Co-Heads, Board of Zombie Ethics.