Which Zomblogalypse Character Are You?

You enjoy taking morning walks/potshots at the undead. You like the quiet and just want to co-exist peacefully with... yourself, really. You will tolerate vaguely tolerable people but there are limits, at which point you will utilise your trusty baseball bat to smoosh their brains into pulpy mash.

You enjoy blowing things up. You are occasionally attracted to pretty zombie girls, even if they try and eat you/your housemates. You have a bit of a problem with your bowels but a heart of gold. You occasionally strap raw chicken legs to your body in an attempt to lure zombies around for fun. You flippin' loon.

You film EVERYTHING as a way of avoiding reality. Or are you a realist? Yeah, just keep telling yourself that as you cower in the bathroom, jumping at every noise outside. You do occasionally venture into the world, and have a zombie kill count of over 1 zombie. Keep up the blogging: one day people may turn up to watch your results in the cinema.

You're ready for action. You're grizzled. You know how to create fire out of ice, or toilet roll out of lions' ears, or whatever needs to be done to remain standing in this dreadful zombie apocalypse. You have no time for fools, which is why you'll rue the day you crossed paths with the Zomblogalypse gang...

Sorry. You didn't survice the zombie apocalypse because you are crap. But at least the birds and maggots have something to feast on, once the zombies have chewed all your manky flesh off your bones. LOL

Sorry. Oh, unless you WANT to be a zombie, in which case: well done! We don't want to criticise your ambitions, and if shambling around a town centre looking like your average Christmas shopper on 24th December - albeit with a hunger for human flesh - is your thing, we applaud you. But don't come anywhere near us, or we'll blast your brains out.

Or Romany zombie, or traveller zombie, or... look, the zombie apocalypse isn't the best time to try and be politically correct, but you're a gypsy zombie, okay? You died on the day of the outbreak and went on to steal a car, drive around town and eventually run over a few survivors before being shot in the head several times by Tony. If it's any consolation, it took quite a few bullets to finally stop you. So you can be proud of that.

You are Miles' little sister. You are completely mad. We can't tell if this was the case before or after the zombie apocalypse. Also, you've been bitten, so you may not have long to live. Sorry about that. You have natty taste in apocalypse clothing though, and can run really, really fast, which is sometimes useful and sometimes terrifying.

You are an inanimate artist's dummy. Your guess is as good as ours as to how you ended up with this fate. At least you can't get bitten and come back as a zombie. We hope...

You live on a farm with an artist's mannequin called Manny. You have gone slightly special, and will be welcoming to all who stumble onto your farm, which you 'inherited' from the previous owners, who now suspiciously lie dead in the nearby barn. To be fair, you always consult Manny before killing anyone, so you're not all bad.

You have carved out an existence in the zombie apocalypse by running motivational speeches about positivity at the end of the world. Sadly you've also been bitten recently, but that won't stop you from addressing your eager subjects... shortly before you eat them. You're basically a nice guy, really.