[ PI ] You 're the lone survivor of a zombie apocalypse simply because zombies are n't interested in you .

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP 
 SMACK 
 
 God, I hate that alarm. 
 
 I slowly creep out of my bed, which consists of just a bare mattress and some old fire blankets, and saunter towards the flesh cupboard. As I fling open the cupboard, the rotten mist of decaying meat wafts over my face, showering me in a fog of putrescence. 
 
 Eh, it smelled better yesterday. 
 
 What looks good for today? The jacket I made from my sister Jordan doesn ’ t look done yet. I could go with aunt Karla ’ s leggings; they seemed to work on Tuesday. Nah. Today is the day it ’ s going to happen. I know it, so I need something good, something nice and fetid for them. 
 
 I ’ ve got it! 
 
 I haven ’ t worn the wig I made from mom for at least three weeks and the horde seemed at least mildly attracted to it. Yeah, this is the one. I grab the brunette headpiece and throw it over my conveniently balding head, tying the extra-stretched earlobes together to hold it in place. Some bits of head-rot slide down the back side of my head. Ooohh, this is definitely gon na work. 
 
 I head towards the door and take a few deep, heaving breaths. Please let this be the day. I ’ m tired of going day to day without anyone else. Maybe after it ’ s over, I ’ ll meet mom and Jordan again. I swing the door open and sprint towards the horde gathering in the cul-de-sac, screaming, “ JUST FUCKING DO IT ALREADY! ”
