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It’s the zombie apocalypse, and we are waiting for it to arrive in Disco Bay.
We’ve been watching on the news how the zombie virus is spreading globally, but hasn’t yet made it to Hong Kong. However, the experts say it will inevitably be everywhere and the world’s governments need to take steps now to ensure that the uninfected can stay that way until the zombies are eradicated. However, most world leaders are too busy either blaming their political enemies for the outbreak, or pretending it isn’t happening at all.
“This is stupid,” says KT as she picks up her smartphone to call one of her church sisters, who happens to know someone who has been posting conspiracy theories about govt-manufactured zombie viruses for years, predicting that eventually the virus would get out in the wild, either accidentally or deliberately. KT figures they will have a back-up plan to survive an outbreak.
We go to meet the conspiracy guy and his wife in Tung Chung. They are waiting in a black armored van. They explain that they have secretly built a safe haven to shelter survivors somewhere in the New Territories.
“But we have to go there now,” the man says. “The govt has been feeding the media misinformation – the virus is already in Hong Kong, so we don’t have much time.”
“Okay, but we need to go back to DB first,” KT says. “My dogs and my mom are still at home.”
“No way,” the man says. “We don’t have time.”
“We have to get them,” KT insists. “My mom can’t look after the dogs by herself. She can’t even cook her own food, she’ll just sit there and eat Pocky all day.”
“We can’t go into DB,” the man argues. “This is a private vehicle. They’re not allowed in DB.”
KT gives him a warning look. “Dude, it’s the zombie apocalypse, society is collapsing, and yr worried about vehicle rules in DB?”
The man nods. “Good point.”
We drive to DB and collect our family. No one tries to stop us. We don’t see any zombies on the way, so we decide to prepare food for the dogs before we go.
Shift: we are in the safe haven, which is equipped with a pirate TV studio that is meant to broadcast survival information to people outside. Since I have broadcast experience, I’m hired to do onscreen interviews with various experts. But the scripts are badly edited, so I have to improvise my way through them. It doesn't help that my panel of experts have hard-to-pronounce names, and I don’t have the chance to meet or talk with any of them prior to broadcast, so I’m not even sure who is who when I introduce them.
The director says it doesn’t matter – it’s not meant to be professional, it’s just to give people information. I start the interview. None of the panelists seem interested in being there, except for one guy who is trying to give an elaborate presentation (with stage props) on how telephone companies can make money using their customers’ personal data.
“But what does that have to do with zombies?” I ask.
“I’m getting to that,” he assures me.
And then I woke up.
Off topic,
This is dF
We’ve been watching on the news how the zombie virus is spreading globally, but hasn’t yet made it to Hong Kong. However, the experts say it will inevitably be everywhere and the world’s governments need to take steps now to ensure that the uninfected can stay that way until the zombies are eradicated. However, most world leaders are too busy either blaming their political enemies for the outbreak, or pretending it isn’t happening at all.
“This is stupid,” says KT as she picks up her smartphone to call one of her church sisters, who happens to know someone who has been posting conspiracy theories about govt-manufactured zombie viruses for years, predicting that eventually the virus would get out in the wild, either accidentally or deliberately. KT figures they will have a back-up plan to survive an outbreak.
We go to meet the conspiracy guy and his wife in Tung Chung. They are waiting in a black armored van. They explain that they have secretly built a safe haven to shelter survivors somewhere in the New Territories.
“But we have to go there now,” the man says. “The govt has been feeding the media misinformation – the virus is already in Hong Kong, so we don’t have much time.”
“Okay, but we need to go back to DB first,” KT says. “My dogs and my mom are still at home.”
“No way,” the man says. “We don’t have time.”
“We have to get them,” KT insists. “My mom can’t look after the dogs by herself. She can’t even cook her own food, she’ll just sit there and eat Pocky all day.”
“We can’t go into DB,” the man argues. “This is a private vehicle. They’re not allowed in DB.”
KT gives him a warning look. “Dude, it’s the zombie apocalypse, society is collapsing, and yr worried about vehicle rules in DB?”
The man nods. “Good point.”
We drive to DB and collect our family. No one tries to stop us. We don’t see any zombies on the way, so we decide to prepare food for the dogs before we go.
Shift: we are in the safe haven, which is equipped with a pirate TV studio that is meant to broadcast survival information to people outside. Since I have broadcast experience, I’m hired to do onscreen interviews with various experts. But the scripts are badly edited, so I have to improvise my way through them. It doesn't help that my panel of experts have hard-to-pronounce names, and I don’t have the chance to meet or talk with any of them prior to broadcast, so I’m not even sure who is who when I introduce them.
The director says it doesn’t matter – it’s not meant to be professional, it’s just to give people information. I start the interview. None of the panelists seem interested in being there, except for one guy who is trying to give an elaborate presentation (with stage props) on how telephone companies can make money using their customers’ personal data.
“But what does that have to do with zombies?” I ask.
“I’m getting to that,” he assures me.
And then I woke up.
Off topic,
This is dF
