[ WP ] The Zombie Apocalypse is on its 3rd week . You expected them to be dangerous but you never expected them to be able to talk .

The first week was a nightmare. People shambling everywhere, random bite attacks, people turning. We had settled into a routine by the third week. 
 
 `` Let me in,'' she said, banging on the door weakly. `` James, I know you're in there, you bastard! Let me iiiiiin! I'm huuuuungryy!'' 
 
... No-one expected them to be able to communicate. 
 
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 This went out on international television. The first Human/Undead Accord. But it all started with one person - James `` Sconner'' Smith. He heard his then-deceased girlfriend talk. 
 
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 James let her in. She sat down, then saw the dog laying on the floor. She was hungry, and she *knew* it was wrong, but she torw in to the dog's head like it was the last Cerme Egg at Easter time. 
 
 James tried not to retch; fortunately, he was used to seeing such horrors on the screen, being a big fan of the George Romero *of the Dead* films form the'70s. 
 
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 So, now, in the year 2066, we have two Presidents - one for the living population, and one for the dead population. Those who wish to go over ot the dead population can volunteer to be infected. THey are then transported to a hospice. 
 
 Really, the only difference between the two types of people now is the smell. Dead children go to school together, and there's an entire Brain Market down in central Manchester. 
 
 We're kind of used to it, but now Grampa James gets us to visit him in Shady Plots nursing home. He went there after he was diagnosed with a terminal ganglioma. There's even a Zolympics starting next year. 
 
 Life is good. And so is death. 
 
 As for me? I'm going to college in a Zombie town as part of an exchange, now that the airborne contagion is gone. I'll be studying zombie medicine.
