They laughed and joked about the zombie apocalypse, but little did the know that the apocalypse was real.
I’m among the hordes of people who stepped out of their graves and attacked civilization, eventually destroying it.
As I’m watching my fellow zombies tearing people apart, I frowned, knowing that the people had treated zombies as a joke. Being one of the undead is not a joke, especially when you can get turned into a zombie at any time.
Why would people disregard life in favor of being undead? I would give anything to go back and live once again, instead of being the monster that I am now.