I cannot tell you how awful my night has been, but considering the current state of the world…I suppose everyone is having a bad night. It wasn’t long after midnight when one of them noticed some careless movement behind a window. Maybe it was just a curtain moving and was a stroke of bad luck, or maybe one of us did something stupid. It doesn’t matter, because they attacked the house. In the aftermath, Jim was laying on the ground and bleeding from a dozen wounds with three undead kids wearing zombie t-shirts.

That whole moment was like looking through the world while trapped in liquid amber. Everything moved so slow that I could just observe and think. I remember that just a few short years ago, the entire planet was infatuated with zombie media, and here were three chubby kids who were so in love with undead stuff that they were wearing zombie shirts when they died.

It had to have been a coincidence, but I understand how it could be possible considering how many people were wearing zombie tees when the dead actually started coming back hungry. Things happened too quickly for people to actually know why it was happening, but these three fools were obviously in for a shock when their favorite movie monsters started eating them alive.

I snapped out of this reverie when I heard by friend Jim make a noise. I was prepared to kill one more monster, when I realized that he wasn’t quite dead yet. Nothing gets to be easy these days, even dying. Jim kicked weakly at one of the guys laying around him and I heard him laugh, despite all of the blood loss. “Can you believe these idiots are wearing zombie tee shirts, man?” he said. I had to laugh, even though I couldn’t see from the tears in my eyes.

I took care of him. It took every bit of strength I had, but he wanted me to get it done. I loved him like a brother, and we swore we would never let each other turn. I burned him with the guys in zombie shirts and then left that place behind. I don’t know what I’ll do now that I’m alone. I have to sleep sometime. I guess it’s better than waiting for some zombie-loving zombie to come get me.

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