[ WP ] The Zombie Apocalypse has begun , and all the doomsday preppers and zombie enthusiasts are a bit too excited about it for their own good ...

`` Finally! Who's crazy now?'' I slung my assault rifle over your shoulder and the bullet belt across the other shoulder. Thigh and hip holsters held modified handguns and my Bowie knife went in my back pocket. It was n't easy getting this stuff - I was almost caught once or twice but it was worth the risk in the end. The HAM radio warned of terrible things, warning listeners not to go outside because today was the day of reckoning. Yes it is. 
 
 I jogged up the stairs, bullets jingling like sleigh bells. You could hear the chaos outside my barred windows. Those assholes thought I was stupid for having these installed. It lowered the value of their houses to have my house looking like a `` prison''. I lowered all of my curtains to avoid being spotted and made my way up to the attic. 
 
 The attic was my baby. It was equipped with thousands of dollars and hours of work and time. Each side of the attic had a window equipped with a sniper's gun. I could open each window yet remain untouchable behind the wall of barbed-wire. Only the muzzles of the guns poked out of the windows, just far enough. A hatch on the ceiling would open up to a small platform with a lawn chair and a mounted gun, surrounded by electrified barbed-wire where I could sit and shoot zombies or intruders or even just enjoy a nice day. It was hidden by my chimney and kitchen vents, giving me the upper hand. 
 
 The largest window facing the street provided a wonderful, horrifying view. Neighbors turned on each other. People tried to fight back. Blood colored the grey streets a bright crimson as zombies made meals of the living. *FINALLY! * 
 
 I scrambled down the ladder to grab a few boxes of supplies, mainly more bullets and some MREs that I had been stocking up. I stuffed them in the attic and made my rounds of the doors and windows. One last check of the basement, or `` home base'' as I affectionately referred to my weapons safe hold, and it was show time! 
 
 `` Time to put this baby to the test. Let's show them what crazy means!'' I lowered the ceiling hatch and mounted the ladder. I did n't think it was possible to be this happy. Screams and shouts could be heard before my head was even out of the house. Overall, it sounded... juicy. Such a sick way to describe it, but o how accurate! I paused to take it all in. God, I was so excited. 
 
 Suddenly I heard a *crack*. Then a *creek*. Then, before I knew it, the platform was on top of me. All 1,500 pounds of solid oak, metal, cheap plastic, a few roof tiles, and electric wires. As if having all of that weight on me was n't enough, the electrified barb-wires gave me quite the shock and finished me off. 
 
 Broken neck. Electric shock. Such a shameful way to die on such a glorious day. I'd rather a zombie tear me apart. But this was my own damn fault.
