He began to realize the severity of the situation. If he could not clean up this mess by the end of the weekend, it could blow up in his face. His experiments would never reach completion. He could lose his job and years of work would have gone to waste. It was possible he could even face criminal charges. No, he could not let it come down to that. He had to resolve this matter tonight. His very future depended on it.

They did not realize it, at the time, but he had become the first official zombie of the apocalypse.

It took time before we even realized what was going on. When we did, no one could believe it was actually happening.

The room fell silent, as his words sunk in.

Those were simpler times, he thought, although he didn’t think so, at the time.