No one ever believed that the Zombie Apocalypse could ever truly
happen. It has always been the legend of Comic Books, Novels, TV, and
Movies. Every movie making studio, in every country that has a studio,
has made their version of the story. From Bollywood to Hollywood. From
Kordia Studios, to Lenfilms, and to the Bantu Films made in South
Africa, they have all made some kind of Zombie film.
So when it came true, no one was prepared for it. Most people thought
it was just a joke. Like the scare that went around the world in 2016.
Folks, who were not related to each other or members of a world wide
origination, separately dressed up as scary clowns just to frighten
people. So when the first Zombies appeared across the globe, nobody
thought twice about it until it was too late.
People only started to take notice when one of their family members was
found chewing on the family dog when they came home from work or
school. Then their Zombie kin would drop the canine to get into their
faces to chomp on their brains.
So we all barricaded ourselves in our homes and turned on each other
when the fresh water and food supplies became low. Which left plenty of
dead corpses and close to death victims lying around for the Zombies to
eat.
The thing that I noticed? If a person was not quite dead yet, and they
were bitten by a Zombie walking by, there was something in the saliva
from that walking dead person, that would get the newly bitten person
upright, walking around, and start eating dead decaying meat themselves.
It doesn't have to be your brain they want to eat, any decomposing
carcass around a bone, from any animal, is food for the Zombies. Be it a
bird or a human.
The strange thing about all of this, "Zombies eating brains
stereotyping," turns out to be true though. These bunch of
semiconscious, salivating, parasite motivated creatures, act as if
brains are a delicacy.
I swear, if they could move their facial muscles just a sixteenth of an
inch, they would be smiling from ear to fallen off ear when they had a
mouth full of grey matter.
But out of all of this chaos I speak of, a hero emerged.
He came from out west. Cowboy hat and all. Wearing bandolier gun belts and carrying a couple of rifles.
He was a crack sharp shooter to boot.
I saw him lay a bullet in the forehead of a Zombie at four hundred feet while that parasite was munching on someone's femur.
He is the new Sheriff in town. To protect and serve those of us still
alive. Keeping the human species safe while he takes care of those
Zombies.
His name? Julian. The fastest gun in the west. And I am his Aunt Maryallan.
I cried when he said he would protect me. I cried and I hug him until I could hug him no more.
I love my nephew, known around these parts as, "Julian the Zombie killer."
“If any monster could Riverdance, it would be zombies.”
- Craig Ferguson -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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