Coffee and Zombies

This apocalypse thing took away most of the necessities of life, but one that I cannot handle losing is Tim's coffee. I used to drink it multiple times a day and to say I'm missing it is an understatement.

I can do this. My eyes sweep through the zombie-infested parking lot as I peek from behind a large car. To think it's only been 2 weeks since doomsday and everyone is already a mindless zombie, is crazy. Okay, eyes on the prize. I can dodge most of the zombies and make it to the Tim Horton's door easily. Getting in won't be a problem either because I have a key from when I used to work here. I pull out my trusty hockey stick giving it a spin and swiftly make my way to the door.

The zombies are too slow to get to me and I'm nearly there. Suddenly, a moaning dead-eyed figure pops up from behind a garbage bin to grab me. Thinking fast, I use my hockey stick and with all my force push it. It lands in the garbage and is stuck. Before anything else has the chance to sneak up on me I unlock the Tim's door.

Walking in with a grin on my face I rush to the kitchen and notice there's power. Yes! There must be backup generators. As I prepare my wonderful vanilla cold brew, a wave of nostalgia hits me and I am reminded of my past working here. Ah, the good old days.

Eager to drink my delicious-looking masterpiece I bring the straw to my mouth. Before I can take a sip, I hear ruffling in the back. I slowly creep towards the noise, drink in hand, and suddenly a zombie jumps towards me in its full pale skin and grey-eyed glory. I panic after realizing I don't have my hockey stick with me and throw my coffee directly at its face. It stumbles around gurgling on my cold brew. Dang, I really wanted to drink that.

I run to my hockey stick and swerve back to the staggering zombie with my 'weapon' in hand. Just as I'm about to bash it in the skull, the zombie falls and remains unmoving on the ground. I slowly creep to it, hockey stick on the ready, but I notice something strange. It looks as though its skin is gaining colour and... life? I must be going crazy. Curious, I squat down and stare at it. Then, its eyes open wide with what looks like shock and I jump away.

"What's happening? Where am I?" the zombie asked. Without trying to bite me! Awestruck and stunned into silence I just stare at him and notice how his previously grey eyes are now a lively green. He's human. How can this be? I gasp in realization.

Coffee is the cure to the zombie apocalypse.