Fast Shuffling In Sydney After The Plague

This is just a really short story that I came up with about zombies!

Hear that?
Step.
Drag.
Step.
Drag.
That's the sound they make when they walk and when you hear that you better hope that it doesn't turn into a fast shuffle because that's when they get you. It's that fast shuffle that gets you.
There aren't many of us left now and by 'us' I mean people like you and me. If you're reading this - and you understand it - that means you can still think. You are still like me. You're one of 'us'. Not one of 'them'.