Fiction, but fitting, Helen. I may have mentioned it hereabouts before, but the worst possible thing someone marching in front of a zombie army can do is stumble.

.... Sly thought: There's been a telly programme for us East-Pondians, examining whether His Execresence might really be a Russian "asset". The main answer was basically "no, but he doesn't need to be" (it's cheaper to lead him by the nose, all unwitting). Either way, what would a competent controller's way of disposing of an overcooked asset be? throw him to his own baying zombies, perhaps? But it's way past midnight here, and I'm getting to that slightly zonked state of mind so beloved of conspiracists that makes two-plus-two look uncomfortably close to five.

Wanders off stage left, quietly singing "Dead skunk in the middle of the road" ....