i wake up to the sound of the alarm. It's a constant buzzing in my ear letting me know that the dead are moving near my home. Getting off the bed that once belonged to the richest man in manhattan, i tugged my shirt on over my messy black hair and threw on a pair of boots. My gun is in my back pocket waiting for me to shoot it at some brain hungry freaks. Stepping out of the bedroom, i run to the kitchen and press the buzzer that locks down the house. The creaking and moaning of metal closing in over glass is the only sound besides my labored breathing.
the zombie apocolypse started a year ago when the virus that killed the dinosaurs was found by idiot scientists. the scientists of course, thought it was another cure for the already cured cancer and decided to give it to Iran, where they couldnt afford the main cure. So, once iran found out the hard way, that it was a virus that created zombies, the gas was delivered to americans to open and display across the whole coutry. I guess no one figured that the gas would cover the entire world.
I used to find humor in the fact that i wasnt smart in school and was one of the jocks that didnt focus on the studies. Then, my family started making jokes that i had no brain. Then they were eaten and i was the only one left with a brain. Ironic, huh?
As the kitchen window was closing, i caught the sight of an ugly fat zombie watering his "flowers". All they were were weeds. I waved at him and laughed when his eye brow creased as he noticed me. suddenly overcome by the hunger, he started running towards me. when he reached the window the metal finally closed over it but not before the drool from his mouth slobbered all over the glass. A lot of zombie cuss words he was probably yelling, hit my ears and i laughed. We do this every morning.
