Zombies are disgusting.

They have greenish, slimey skin. Smell really bad. Bits of them just rot off. Some of them are so old they are skeletons. Yet even the skeletons shuffle round mindlessly. Zombies wander aimless, most of the time.

Except when they smell fresh meat. Then they group together, crowd in for the kill.

I am 75 years old.

The Zombie Plague began when I was 19.

My friends and I have been running and hiding for 56 years.

I've seen a lot of people turn. Even my parents, my siblings, my friends.

I'm afraid that today it is my turn.

You see, I fell over, running down a slippery slope in the rain.

 Not as young as I used to be. 

Hurt my back, my leg, banged my head. Feeling very dizzy right now.

I can hear them coming. I have no strength or agility left in me to get away.

A whole life of surviving and hiding.

For what?

We all know. No-one escapes from this.

I carry a gun.

Just for this day.

Pull the trigger. It will be all over.

BANG!

Actually, it is quite liberating.

No pain. No fear. Hardly any emotions, really.

Why did i wait so long?

I think that I am enjoying myself. For the first time in... how long?

Boy! I sure am hungry!

Brains! I think I crave fresh brains!

I need brains!

BRAINS!

LOOK OUT!

I am coming to get you.