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Okay. If you can't tell; I'm a little obsessed with zombies.

I find the whole history fascinating.

I love hearing my grandma's stories. She doesn't hate talking about them.

The really bad stuff happened when she was young. I mean losing her family. After that it was kind of an adventure…a dark one, yeah. There was death around her; but no one she was really close to.

She didn't have to go to school. That's one thing.

She spent most of her childhood playing.

And hiding.

Life was rough because there was no electricity; but that's all she knew. She never had it any other way.

Then when she was ten, they got the power back on. It was in a simple form. As I said before, the internet didn't return until she was in her twenties.

There was a bit of TV though. She had three channels. She had radio. They had a washing machine and dryer….air conditioning. Microwaves.

My grandma loves telling me about all this. And she has some great gruesome zombie stories as well.

My grandpa is a bit different. He doesn't like talking about it, and he gets annoyed when grandma talks about it. So she talks about it when he's not around.

It's not like he had worse things happen. He didn't lose any family members. He did lose a friend though; and it happened in front of him. That's bad. But if you're going to compare stories; I think my grandma had it worse. She lost her mom, dad, and sister.

I think it's just that people feel things differently. My grandma has this attitude of what happens happens and you better just make the best of it. She tends to have a dark sense of humor about bad things.

My grandpa is more of a brooder.

He started seeing a therapist when my mom was young because he became really paranoid and overprotective.

He's still seeing the therapist.

My grandpa will jump and get really tense if he hears any type of knocking or banging noise. Grandma says he's scared a zombie's trying to break in.

He carries a gun whenever he goes outside and is a card carrying member of a pro-gun organizations.

He keeps insisting that I learn how to use a gun. My mom tells him no way. I'm kind of on her side on that one…well, seeing that I've encountered only one zombie my whole life.