John Miller had never killed anyone before, but now that zombies are everywhere he had a good excuse. For years he had imagined what it would be like, but he was always afraid of being caught. The city had was under chaos so no would notice if a person went missing.
His apartment was in a small city and the number of the living was dwindling. Luckily for him, he had an obsession with prepping for the end of the world. His apartment was rigged for safety and supplies. There was enough food and water to last him a year. The swat gear he bought at an auction helped keep him safe. His weapon of choice was a baseball bat with nails sticking out of the end.
Killing zombies was fun, but he was hoping to come across a living being so he could his first murder under his belt.
When he was going out on his daily zombie killing spree, he hears a woman screaming. He finds her clinging to life after climbing up a street light. He decide to. . . .
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