Preface: This Is the Zombie Apocalypse

The Book I’m Trying to Write

(in an ongoing, desperate attempt to save American lives)

I feel like everyone with a brain has vanished except me.

That’s the nature of narrative possession—
it doesn’t just deceive,
it consumes.
It hollows people out, leaves them moving, speaking, repeating—
but not thinking.

The true apocalypse isn’t in the movies.
It’s here.
Now.

And the horror is this: Just like in those movies, those possessed don’t realize it.
They mistake programming for conviction,
parroting for passion,
lies for truth.
They believe they are awake while they are asleep—
alive, while they are the walking dead.

And just like in the zombie films,
they attack the living—
the breathing, the thinking.

That’s why my work matters.
I am not writing theory.
I am documenting survival.
I am naming the virus that has erased minds in plain sight.

This is the zombie apocalypse.
You don’t know because you are one.

And if you can still feel your brain alive—
fighting, thinking, doubting—
then you are one of the rare survivors.

There are 340 million of us.
We once built great things.
We once had great leaders.
But submission to the narrative possession of the patriarchy
has erased everything.

Are there any real, thinking, alive human beings left?