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I remember my personal first encounter with zombie kind. My maths teacher (she had it in for me as well, I'm sure). I was walking home from the allotments (food free for the taking, if you're quick.... and armed)  at around 11 at night, my dads old air rifle slung over my back, and a bag of tomatoes in my hand, and as I was turning onto the road, there she was, the scurge of my life for 5 years,…