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I was mostly won over by the zombie archetype at some point in high school when I read Franz Kafka's *Metamorphosis* for the first time. At that point, and pretty much ever since then, I became fascinated with the idea of the inexplicable event. An event for which there was no cause. An event of absolute absurdity.
Romero's Night of the Living Dead immediately appealed to me on this intellectual level. Despite the characters attempt to give a cause to the apocalypse in order to satisfy this dimension of meaning, there simply wasn't one. The dead got up and began to eat the living.
This is why I have a strong aversion to zombie films that present contagious virus explanations or the like. Really, what's the point?
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