At first it had been fun, an adventure almost. Not that he was making light of it, people dying and all. Though considering how fricking slow zombies are, he didn’t really get how everybody was getting killed. What’s up with that? Can’t people run?
Anyway, now he was taking it more seriously. The Guard armory was handing out weapons and ammo like wheels of government cheese, and he was all over it. Zombie apocalypse survival kit, man. He just wished he’d bought one of those solar iPod chargers before everything went to shit. Life without music was going to suck.