I have always considered myself a fan of the Zombie genre, not that I would want to be one of course and when I say Zombie, I mean the slow walking-arm-stretching variety that can easily be ran away from, not one of these new fangled sprinting, leaping, Left for Dead beasties. But when the fateful day comes and the clarion call is sounded, what would we really do? Panic? Go on the rampage with an assortment of weapons? Lock ourselves in a shopping centre? No, we will exercise and flex our green-fingers and plant!