Hear ye! Hear ye!
It's the apocalypse!
Come one, come all, for Death sits atop a white horse and legions of the undead roam the earth!
Armageddon is upon us!
Nobody is safe... Everyone will perish...
The end is nigh!
Well, if I had said that 25 years ago, I would have been written up for a lobotomy.
And I suppose the real joke is that I'm the one dishing out intentional brain damage on the very doctors who might have diagnosed me...
It's one of the many double-standards of humanity introduced (or at least emphasised) by the outbreak.
The sandwich board loonies were right.
Unfortunately, even though they predicted the impending disaster, they're just as fleshy as the rest of us.
No difference between a running human and an enlightened running human if you're a zombie, right?
The irony of seeing a walker still clad in his "I saw it coming!" gear... You've got to laugh.
I must say, I am so lucky my parents aren't morons. In the same year that Patient Zero escaped, they had to protect a baby.
Like, those are crazy survival skills.
Those first few years were chaos, or so I'm told, nobody knew what to do, and millions were lost.
Hundreds of millions of people caught off-guard or overwhelmed...
Even the army suffered heavy casualties, and they had years of training and ready access to firearms...
Consider this; your whole world is turning to shit around you, most of your friends are dead, you don't have a weapon...
Imagine on top of this nightmare, you have a newborn. A bawling infant with no concept of the gravity of the situation.
Now I don't know about you, but I have no doubt I would have died. In that case, I wouldn't have lasted a day.
Evil dead rising up from the grave in their thousands, and a mouth to feed, a family to protect, and a building to reinforce.
My god. How the hell did my parents do it? I have to remember how damn lucky I am to be alive today...
And it's all thanks to them. Mum, dad, I am so grateful. You made me the survivor I am today.
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