[ RF ] Based on what you do as work/hobby , describe your survival in a zombie apocalypse .

Well, it finally did start, just like all those stories and movies, or so it would seem. The dead returned from their graves- they called it the reckoning, apocalypse or whatever it was. It started with a virus, or maybe it was a demon- nobody is very sure anymore, just that they came in scores- from the cemeteries and the oceans, like puppets on a string; relentless. Those who stood to fight it did n't stand a chance. 
 
 That was three years ago. 
 
 I suppose this is a post-apocalyptic world now, dystopian, if you would call it that. It was a wonder I'd survived so long. Maybe it had something to do with the library I was in. It took my mind off the worst of it. On most days I read, some days I wrote. It was a miracle, but the place still had running water. Books I'd read of which I was n't very fond of made a questionably good stew. 
 
 I had n't wandered outside in six months. 
 
 For what its worth, I was still alive.
