“Something whispers in every silence and there is writing on every wall.”
Kate Heartfield
Yes, I am still watching this.
I’m still intrigued by the concept, although it’s becoming more and more contrived as the days wear on. I’m still kind of fascinated by the people who signed up for this whole trip. And, well, it’s easy enough to watch in the evenings.
This week, the producers are obviously focusing on the contestants who rarely leave the base. On another water-fetching excursion (which at least has the excuse of being a genuine survival activity, unlike the other two challenges, which involve gathering cleaning supplies and vegetables, both of which I feel are luxuries if you are about to be eaten by zombies), the voice in the ceiling encourages anyone who hasn’t left the room in 24 hours to do so, for “fresh air and exercise”. Yep, those are priorities right there.
In any case, it does allow us to see Jackie and Sara emerge blinking into the light of day, which is not always complimentary. Sara in particular has been dedicating her third day of zombie apocalypse survival to a screaming row with Amena, for reasons. They’re both kind of insufferable, actually: the zombie apocalypse really shows you who the nice people are.
Still, it was good to see some variation on the usual run out, run back mission structure. The last mission has three contestants sitting in a room for three hours waiting for instructions; one has to dress up as a zombie to get past them (nonsensical given the backstory of the programme, but who’s complaining), one has to run past some chained-up zombies (very tense), and one has to climb some scaffolding. Inventiveness. Possibly.
Gods, I’m tired.
Still. Onwards into zombie-apocalypse land. See you in the afterlife.
L-space News: I recently discovered the yearly Tournament of Books over at The Morning News; this year’s Tournament started this morning, and I’ve spent all day talking with random Internet strangers about David Mitchell’s The Bone Clocks. Try it, it’s fun!
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