Lizzie claimed she could hear them speaking. They called to her. They conversed. They wanted to play tag.

The frightening psychological undercurrent of “The Grove” on The Walking Dead, which I spoke to last week, still lingers with me.

I was reminded again as I read this humorous reflection on the zombie church by John C. O’Keefe: Lent and the Zombie Apocalypse.

And yet, there is something terribly unfunny and tragic about our willingness to think that the zombies talk to us–that we are to listen. As if communication is truly what they are after. Sometimes, the most destructive thing we can do is to pretend that the person seeking to eat our brains should receive easy access to our ears. Yesssss…bring it real close…that’s it.

Chomp!