For those hording toilet paper

I was thinking about the time at which Dawn of the Dead (1978) was made and at that time there was obviously some real creative freedom which is starting to erode after nearly forty years. There is an eventual exhaustion of imagination you'd think. At the time, though, Romero had free run of the place.  It was his genre and he could take it in all sorts of places.  There's a scene,  for instance,  where Francine is trying to avoid being zombie food while a Jehovah Witness (you saw them getting their ass kicked by Robert Stack in Airplane (1980)) nips at her heels as the guys are away getting supplies and such from the mall.  The zombie film afforded Romero the chance to turn a Jehovah Witness into the walking dead,  make him a terrifying threat,  and have the heroes do him in all nice and proper like. The doors were swung wide open for the genre and Romero was leading the way others would follow in every way imaginable.  Zombies could be anything thanks to his genius.

 Francine recovering from her terrifying near-attack encounter. She just looks so utterly alone.