Honestly I’m not gonna survive the apocalypse. Y’all go on gathering berries and drinking cockroach milk (apparently) and forming barter economies and I’m gonna stay in my house until the last of my seltzer runs out and then I’m gonna put on an all cashmere outfit and lay down and die. Have fun fending off the coyotes and doomsday cults and living on expired canned goods in a world with no more Netflix. Pass.
Idea: Someone desperately wants to not survive the Apocalypse, but every one of their attempts to die fails. They stand out in front of a horde of zombies, a group of hardnosed, embittered survivors scares them away. Walk into the infected zone, turns out they have a genetic immunity and are the key to humanity’s survival. The survivors around them keep dying tragically in their comrade’s arms, and the protagonist just holds their arums up to the sky, screaming, “Come on!”
This is fabulous. Someone need to write it.
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