Imagine a scenario where the dead started rising.

The president just got munched on whilst giving a speech, and the world fell into chaos.

Riots, collapse, you name it, has been filling the news, completely different to last week's topic about how it was wrong to spread your legs too much.

You're an average guy who's been left behind by the rescue helicopter because some fat hag took 4 seats, and was "too traumatized" to see you waving your arms in desperation to be saved.

Abandoned and alone, you decide to gather supplies and board up your home.

At first, the sight of a rotting corpse who looks like it's face hit a wall, now walking towards you, was rather terrifying. Now however, you have no trouble bashing it's face in until it stopped moving.

You keep walking and see something, or rather someone.

It was the same hag that left you to die on day 1.

She was running (or however else you could descibe it) away from the rescue team that also left you.

It was like watching a pack of lions tiring out a large buffalo, eager to feast on it's fatty flesh.

She sees you and starts screaming for help.

The other bodies start rising all around her, yet she keeps screaming, hoping that you will be her knight this time around.

In that split moment, you knew the action only a true man would take.

You leave.

Without a sound, you were walking away, not even flinching at the screams of a behemoth such as her.

You go home and wonder, what to do tommorow on this new world.