Both words are stressed on the first syllable, making the portmanteau cumbersome — 'zɒmb(i)vəz and zɒm'bivəz are more natural, but the far more awkward 'zɒm'bi'vəz is probably correct — and a lexical horror that will gnaw at you as this low budget creature feature pretends to be meta but remains utterly derivative for its first two-thirds, setting up as disposable meat objects a threesome of scantily-clad sorority girls in a cabin in the woods, letting three revolting boys get their turn before the 'zɒm'bi'vəz are set upon them, leaving the surprisingly funny stuff — perhaps two or three intentionally ridiculous scenes of humans transforming into zɒm'bivəz and gnawing at trees to create roadblocks — for the far-too-little-too-late end.
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