Nowhere to run. The world in our near future is a bewildering and unsettling place. The destruction of meaning. We must fight against all that desire us to not think, all things that tell us our life is not valuable. After a final longing gasp meaning is supplanted but a meaningless and never ending buzz, chatter, a speck in the void. Frenetic, disjointed and apathetic. "I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything anymore, teach me others. Or let me be silent." - Samuel Beckett, Endgame. +Who doesn't like to see hot chicks kicking the crap out of zombies?