Took me two years to quit horror movies. Don't ask why being dismembered by Jason Voorhees is so appealing, it just is. Alas, I have one guilty pleasure left to kill, the living dead.

Just ignore him, James Karen will do anything for a laugh
In order to deal with this joy turned addiction, I am attempting to isolate what got me into this mess in the first place. Starting from what comes to mind first, to the most obscure.
1. Left4Dead
Me and my buddies would come back from a nice afternoon at church and shoot zombies for hours on end. We would mow down swarm after lovely swarm, hour after hour, day after day.
What impressed me the most was the game effectively used simplicity to communicate complicated real-world realities.

spontaneous generation of drugs in the hands of one black male
2. COD5 Nazi Zombies
I played this for hours, trying to master it. Somehow it refused to get old.

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Treyach actually managed to progress the un-progressable - WWII shooters. Which is humorous, since they usually just copy whatever Infinity Ward has done last (see comment 3).
3. Recurring dreams
Zombies everywhere. My weapon? A gun and kung-fu awesomeness that Bruce Lee would be jealous of.
The other recurring element to each of these dreams was 20-foot-tall female zombie lords, usually dressed up as amazons. Which didn't matter because I would kick them in their faces.
For some reason, Canada was the only escape in these dreams. Because, apparently, Canada doesn't have zombies.
4. Nursing Homes
My family has an odd tradition of working in nursing homes. Why? It's because were black, or shall I say, East-African. Think that's funny? Chances are your in our hands when you get older bub. And we Africans have our ways of communicating information very quickly.
Sometimes working at nursing homes gets boring. Sometimes you daydream. Sometimes you pretend people are zombies. Sometimes you pretend to kill zombies. Sometimes you go to jail. And sometimes... you go free.

Brotha' if the glove don't fit
Conclusion:
Through self-introspection, I have made absolutely no progress in my fight against zombie addiction. No regression at all, in fact, I probably just made it worse by obsessing about it.

Through years of dedicated boxing, you too can slowly progress into a zombie