Actually, the Dark Universe's Night of the Living Dead has something really interesting to say about the 'prepper' archetype.
You know, the kind of guy who, in the real world, is just itching for a zombie apocalypse or some such, so they have an excuse to take their guns out of the bunker, shoot all their neighbours, and be the action-movie hero they're convinced they could be. And that's an archetype that shows up in zombie fiction, often as an opponent (like in Dead Rising 2), sometimes as a difficult ally or resource, but generally kind of living up to their fantasy of competence.
AYADU's story, by contrast, shows just how terrible they'd be in that situation. Not just in the long run, with their inability to farm or sew or cook or do anything actually useful, but also in the immediate, in the specific situation they're fantasising about! Because it turns out that taking a whole bunch of people and pumping them full of might-makes-right, every-man-for-himself ideology, then giving them all guns...yeah, it makes a bad situation much worse.
I don't think it's a coincidence that much of the plot (apart from the zombies themselves) is kicked off by two factors: one prepper getting a whole variety of canned goods and forgetting to stock up on tampons, and then another gun-toting dickweed getting so trigger-happy they shoot a little girl in the stomach. Nor do I think it's a coincidence that every named prepper is dead by the end of the story.
Even in our world, the fantasy of individualism and apocalypse prep is a toxic ideology. Dylan's story suggests that it would be even more so in a world where the dead really did rise from their graves, and all their stockpiled bullets wouldn't be enough to save them. That the only things that could save anyone would be the same as they've always been - building connections, caring for each other, and doing what's right without needing to be repaid for it.
When the world is ending, it's a good thought to hold on to.
