[ 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 .

A van is driving along the road. It's different from the other ones. This one is n't armoured, is not filled with military personnel, weeding out any surviving carriers of the disease. I was tested a few times; proven each time to have sheltered away for longer than the disease can lay dormant for; declared safe. The van slows as it approaches my stronghold. It is a news van, investigating the area. It was once so highly populated. Now, there's just me. 
 
 `` How did you survive?'' They ask. The latest in a string of unanswerable questions. `` How were you able to react so quickly?'' `` Where did you find supplies to survive for over a decade?'' `` Were you always alone?'' 
 
 How did I survive? In truth, I do not know. How did I stand while others fell? Why me? I suppose it was due to the communicable nature of the disease - I had always been a social recluse. 
 
 `` How did you avoid the disease?'' They promt, awaiting an response to their unanswered question. My only answer: `` I did n't'', as i lunge across the table.
