Zombie Apocalypse

There is my grandfather, already undead, two days after a bite. There is my mother, at the barrel of my gun, i love her, but i like her in no sense of the word.

There is my brother, helping me survive, and there she is, her persistence keeping my will alive. I told them all, this is how it would end, a zombie apocalypse, right around the bend.

They thought i was insane, but am i now? sweat is dripping from my brow. As we gather furniture to place in any area where the cannibal corpses can enter, no heat at all, but a fire in the center.

Eating rats, dogs, and pigs is how we live. Zombies everywhere, stupid ass bone maggots, eat all but the hair.

The end has occured, i plan to survive, with the little pack of people keeping me alive.