[ WP ] Its been five years since the zombie outbreak was put down by the world military . A reporter for your national news comes to your house to ask for your story on how you and your family survived the outbreak .

They knocked on the door. 
 
 We held the line. 
 
 They shouted vague mumblings. 
 
 We reinforced our barricades. 
 
 They spoke. 
 
 We did not listen. 
 
 They tried to get in through the chimney. 
 
 We blocked our chimney and lined what was accessible with serrated blades. 
 
 They sent microphones down. 
 
 We smashed them and threw them in the trash disposal. 
 
 They tried to send exploding plaguebearers in kelvar at us. 
 
 We ensured walls withstood the blast. 
 
 They sent their kindred with hammers, and axes. 
 
 We had traps ready for them. 
 
 They spoke, intelligence belying their infected state, asking for an interview. 
 
 We refused to be infected. 
 
 They claimed to not be the undead. 
 
 We refused to believe them. 
 
 They elaborated on why it was impossible for them to be zombies. 
 
 We refused to believe them. 
 
 They tried to get us, to end our fortified base' reign, as what may be the last bastion of humanity left. 
 
 We survive the zombie apocalypse. 
 
 We refused to believe them. 
 

