Ah, you'll have more time to spread zombiedom later. This is supposed to be quality time. You dive among the helpless accident victims, tearing and ripping and shredding, devouring brain matter left and right.

A minute later, physically and emotionally quenched, you sigh and relax among the wreckage of the two vehicles. This is the life.

Suddenly another fleeing vehicle crashes into the two that are already there, rupturing both gas tanks, and an instant later everything--including you--is ablaze. You're pinned between the wrecks, and you spend the last seconds of your existence shrieking and trying to bat out the flames, in vain. Then you're dead. Which sucks.

But here's the thing: you gave it your all, as a zombie, and no one can take that away from you, dammit.


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