I think the real thing to consider here with all the unknowns is..are the "zombies" alive, or are they merely host's for something alive? the fact is we could sit here all day and argue back and forth about breathing, not breathing, sound, blood, etc..and only work ourselves into a frenzy of words and gnashing of teeth..but until we have a definitive answer of whatthefuck things like "the haze" are..or a few of the other strange anomallies going on..the living or dead thing is kind of moot...looks like a duck, smells like a duck...must be a zombie..however you choose to definite it
"we are the hive....we created this"
characters of choice.
What confuses me is the jumper that jumped across to the tower. It infected Tommy but didn't bite Tommy. Burt killed it with a shotgun blast that wasn't definitively a head shot. Tommy was killed by a fall but it wasn't defined whether he landed on his head. Upon returning to the tower after "flowerpot gate" Burt used a claymore to mow down a horde of zombies. You can't tell me that every single zombie that got killed was hit in the head by a fragment. I don't remember any statement where an eviscerated zombie was seen alive in this story. Are we absolutely sure that it requires a head shot to kill these zombies?
I can't say these zombies are dead or alive. I just now that for the human brain and human muscles to work they need oxygenated blood to circulate. I like the "host" theory for this reason. The "parasite" in whatever form it is uses the basic functions of the human host to support it's activities. I think this is why it seems that grievous injury kills these particular brand of zombies.
By the way in the story the term zombie has only been used by the tower members. The mall faction and the colony both used "things".
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claymore mines. The impact of a claymore at short range isn't a difference between head-shot and body-shot, it's a difference between minced and pureed.