Ooh, what about zombies. What if instead of the undead shambling through the streets consuming the earth for fresh meet of the living the world has instead been lost to an amassing horde of waddling and toddling big babies
The cooties virus primarily passes through drool and spittle. And once infected a person will have limited time before they succumb to the changing, where they develop the mentality of an adult infant or in more rare cases become a character to the average zombab with very few showing the rare immunity to cooties. Those left of adult humanity had gotten this far by learning tricks that helped them avoid the babbling horde. Like how they never come out at night from sunset to sunrise and for an hour in the afternoon (although if you disturb their slumber and they start to cry you run the risk of alerting a caretaker) or how one or a small group of them can be thrown off your trail with a toy or something else distracting. As for origins it was pretty common knowledge that the government or some military was at least partially responsible for the initial outbreak
Although there were others who had been only partially exposed, leading them to require pull up pants instead of diapers, be only partially distracted by toys and needing less naps than the zombabs. But most importantly they kept their original minds and couldn’t pass on the cooties virus, although that wasn’t enough for everyone so be comfortable traveling alongside them. These lucky or unlucky souls were referred to as toddlers, not quite a baby but still far from normal adulthood
It is unclear where the diapers and toys and strollers they use come from. Some survivors have theorized that reality itself is bending and warping under the will of cooties in hushed whispers around a camp fire.
Another might retort that the cooties outbreak was staged, and that some shadow government has penned off the state, or the country or the continent (depending on how much of the wastelands they’ve traveled) to examine them for some sick twisted tests. And the only thing they have to do to escape is find the edge of the play pen.
And sometimes a third survivor who’s been staring quietly and stoic into the fire will give their hypothesis without moving to meet anyone’s eyes. And they’d say how these end times were all the doing of witch queens of the old ways. How after humanity had done so much damage to the planet in our brief tour as the dominant species they as the earth embodied decided to strip us of all the freedoms we had abused.
Nobody else usually had anything else to say after that, or at least didn’t have anything to top the other stories. So after that they’d turn in and hope for as much rest as they’d need for their next day in the end of the world
…Or…
We could try a spin on a zombie movie with some similar changes
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