Stability (by D&N)

You don’t expect a zombie apocalypse to strike. It just happens. See, in the movies, the clouds are dangerously malignant and hand overhead like a guilty conscience. A strong wind whips across your face and the birds crow in the distance, taking off in flight to seek a safe haven among the stars. Then, emerging from a suddenly appearing mystical fog is a hoard of pale, blood-thirsty zombies, teeth bared, slowly trudging and growling in humanly. Ha, no.