My brain is so hardwired for zombie movies that every time I see a generator (like the one in front of our window at work) I freak out and start looking for sharp objects and safe hiding places.
It’s creepy especially at 6.00 am in the morning. The front gate screeches as you open it, and the cold winter wind wails through the trees, the building’s lit windows look like hollow eyes and then you see the generator and you imagine it swarming with half-dead bodies like in David Moody’s Autumn… yeah, I know, it’s time I took a few days off from work. But that would give me even more time to watch/read zombie movies/books. So there you have it, my very own Catch 22.