The last apocalypse

I gently lean my bat against the wall and grip my knife as the woman steps in, she has short blond hair and is wearing all black, I don't even hesitate, I grab her silky blond hair and pull her head back so fast she hardly has time to scream, almost automatically I plunge the knife into the side of her neck a thick waterfall of warm crimson blood soaks my hand, as the life fades from her body I am unable to hold up her weight and she falls to the floor.dead.

Zombies aren't the only thing we have to worry about in this world.