Sounds like fun. I don’t mind a game of Whack-a-Zombie.

Here! Now, you have a weapon. Next time, I’ll expect you to help us.

Let’s get out there and make a difference or die trying!

There was even a book dedicated to survival in a Zombie Apocalypse, although, at the time it was written, it was intended as a joke. Now, it was irony.

The last thing he saw before his death was the expression on James’ face, as it changed to something horribly scary.

She found herself imagining them hanging out in the backyard having barbecues and sitting together on the swing. The idea made her smile, although she kept it to herself.

He would usually go into the subway tunnels, where he could be alone. That’s where he preferred to get high. There was no one around, but the rats and cockroaches, to see him at his all-time low. He was too embarrassed to be around people whenever he got high. At least, in the tunnels he could hide from the rest of the world.

Lester preferred to be homeless. It gave him a certain freedom. He no longer had to worry about paying bills, which was a huge load off his shoulders. He could easily steal when he was hungry and he had no problem sleeping wherever he laid his head.

He still did not have a home or a job and, frankly, he did not want one. He preferred living free, as he did. It was like living off the land, the way they did in the old days. That’s how he saw it.