Win! Walking Dead Season 2, Plus Walking Dead T-Shirt

Zombies. Every time I think I'm sick of them, someone finds a way to make me care. I might be sick of Zombies in my video games, but I genuinely enjoyed seeing them on my TV screen with the first season of The Walking Dead, and I'm quite looking forward to picking up where I left off with Season 2. It is for this reason that I'm considering entering this competition under my nom de plume, Mark Scrolls...

We have ten Walking Dead prize packs to give away, each featuring one Walking Dead Season 2 DVD and one Walking Dead t-shirt.

Want to win one of these prize packs? Well, entering is simple. I have a question and I want you to answer it in the most inventive/funny/awesome way possible. Best entries win.

If the zombie apocalypse started in Australia — where would it start and why?

Drop your entries in the comments below. Terms and Conditions can be found here, and we'll announce the winners next week.


    Wolworths, so then they can just be sated o the sweet sweet taste of vegemite, and everything will be well in the world.

    The Gold Coast during Schoolies week. And not a single tear was shed.

    Before the question can be answered, we need to consider what motivates a zombie. Once we know what a zombie needs to fulfil its desires, we can start to deduce where such dread creature might first be spotted. Thankfully, it is a commonly accepted fact that most zombies of good breeding are desirous of but one thing; juicy, succulent brains.
    So the question needs to be amended. We now need to identify an area on this fair island, girt by sea, in which brains exist in significant enough quantities, and of sufficient quality so as to inspire an uprising of the shuffling undead. Firstly, and probably most obviously, we can obviously exclude ground zero being located at or around any major football ground, with football crowds being commonly accepted to be particularly brainless. (Before the sporting fans get too up in arms, I should note that this is a code neutral generalisation, as the crowds of all football codes can be considered equally brainless). For similar reasons, Canberra and the various state parliaments can be also ruled out.
    One area that should be given serious consideration is the campus of any major Australian university. The students of these institutions are widely accepted to have gained their places on the strength of their notable brainpower. Add to this the increased likelihood of inhuman and obscene laboratory experiments being conducted, and it is highly tempting to predict a higher education institution to be the eventual home of Zombie U (Zombie U of course being the tertiary institute of the dead, as opposed to the upcoming WiiU shooter, ZombiU). However, Universities are known for one thing other than advanced scholastic ability. This other thing is of course consuming copious amounts of booze on a regular basis. The frequent alcohol intake leaves the brains of many university students in a state of near pickling, and renders them unsuitable for the delicate tastes of the discerning zombie horde.
    So, we need an area with numerous brains of a high standard, housed within containers that are ultimate paragons of clean, sober living. Clearly there is only one place like this in all of Australia. This is of course within the studio audience of the ABC’s hit mid-afternoon game show, Letters and Numbers. Like its British counterpart Countdown (a reference included to ensure the comprehension of our gentle Scottish overlord), Letters and Numbers appeals only to the absolute cream of intellectual society, those who also eschew the seedy vices of our base society. Now, it should be noted that I am not necessarily trying to imply that the host, Richard Morecroft is a zombie. Merely that in the case of an impending zombie apocalypse it is he that is likely to take the first bite.

    Definitely the Dandenong Ranges. Woody area. Scares the crap out me living around here at night even without zombies.

    Isn't that what started the other week with the sleeping like zombieman

    Kings Cross So many viruses there one would have to be the highly classified US bio-weapon known only as strand 6!

    Frankston RSL. Caused by a junkie fist-fighting another different kind of junkie for his smokes.

    Byron Bay. The temperate tropical environs would be the perfect petri dish for Zombism. People are so chillaxed there that it would take a while for the glassy-eyed, shuffling, post-living biters to be discerned from the stoners and hippies. The zombie apocalypse could probably get a strong foothold whilst all were focused on chakra cleansing and the like!

    It would start in Goondiwindi.
    Two Aussie zombie drovers standing in an Outback bar.
    One asked, "What are you up to, Mate?"
    Ahh, I'm takin' a mob of 6000 from Goondiwindi to Gympie."
    "Oh yeah ... and what route are you takin'?"
    "Ah, probably the Missus; after all, she stuck by me durin' the drought."

    In Ceeempbelltown mate! Ceeempbelltown!!

    I've done a bit of travel around the place, and while I tossed the idea around of maybe Adelaide, or Tasmania, or Canberra, or Penrith... I'm pretty sure it'd start up in Queensland. Fortitude Valley, to be specific. If only because it even SOUNDS like the kind of place that would be at the centre of a horror movie.

    perth, but no one outside of WA will know until about 2 weeks after the virus hits

    The Gold Coast, 90% of the population here already act like zombies anyway, and they're totally oblivious to a lot of things.

    The infection starts this very night when unsuspecting viewers start watching The Shire. It will be a gradual undetected process that will occur all across Australia predominately affecting the young.

    Lake Woytchugga, The Central Darling Shire. Not exactly where you’d expect a hidden lair, but land was cheap, and the Wilcannia airport was just big enough to get him to Sydney.

    The light glinted in his eyes, while his fingers toyed with his necklace. The rat that had, moments before, been lying dead on the table, was moving slowly around, stumbling slightly, but very much alive. 8 years it had been. 8 Long years of hardship, strife, sweat, tears, and oh so much blood. But he’d show them all. As the Kookaburras outside began their morning chorus, he smiled. Bright and early, Monday the Sixteenth of July, and it was done. It was too late for his reputation, that had been destroyed as he ran screaming from the hospital, the Heart Monitor still ringing in his mind. But by this point it didn’t matter. It worked. It was not in vain.

    He packed his bag; the vial went in carefully, wrapped in an old shirt. The best security available after so long away. A clean shirt thrown on, a quick ride down the road, and he was in his RV-7, $50,000 and built while testing, the aircraft would be strained to make it to Sydney, particularly for her maiden voyage, but this was too important. You’d think a few minutes wouldn’t matter, after so long, but suddenly, everything was urgent. He skipped pre-flight checks, didn’t bother contacting anyone, he’d worry about that when he reached Sydney Airspace. The plane juddered off, slipping slightly in the morning’s breeze.

    The plane was on target, he’d be there soon enough. A moment of panic, so he checked his bag, grabbing the vial. Holding it close to his chest, as he’d once wanted to hold a child, staring into its depths, like he’d stared into her eyes. And in that quiet moment, his moment of pure beauty, the shit hit the fan. The propeller stalled, the plane began to dip. He held his baby, his prize to his chest, and braced himself. He had no training for this, he barely knew how to land as it was, and so the plane crashed down. The vial split open. And the last words on his lips, “Laura” echoed forever through his mind.

    And so he trundled into Trundle, where the end of all humanity, began.

    What about a cemetery - isn't that where these things usually start?

    It wouldn't start. THIS. IS. AUSTRALIA!!!

    Level 4, 71 Macquarie St, Sydney. I think there's some zombie there that tried some kind of zombie-lifestyle sleep pattern for a week and couldn't survive. He may have already turned...

    Campbelltown - Why would it start in Campbelltown - HELLO! Wake up and smell the rotting coffee. It's already begun. Slow moving, growling bogans roaming the streets 24 hours a day. Come and see if you dare.

    East Devonport, Pardoe street in particular. The shit that goes on there scares me enough already.

    It would start in January when valve ask for Left 4 Dead 2 to be re-rated due to the release of the R18 rating in Australia.

    THE zombie apocalypse would originate deep in the heart of the Australian Christian Lobby's dungeons. Why? Because, they've already shown us they are masters of resurrection ( their repetitious arguments on the R18), have an undying will ( you know they won't stop, even after the first R rating game sticker is printed ), and lets face it... they could use a little braaaaaaaains...

    Geelong, due to a tainted brew of the usually sublime Geelong Bitter.

    The shire. Most to all are already zombies........ Just look at tens new show

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