In my head, I've scripted and shot the world's greatest zombie flick. The opening montage detailing the birth of the undead outbreak would slowly crawl along to the sound of Wire's "Reuters." It would be endless shots of screaming people, panic in the streets, societal collapse and femur-gnawing zombies doing what they do. There's something about these British post-punkers that managed to perfectly nail that sense of looming catastrophe and civil unease. Remember kiddies, stay glued to your TV sets.