It was a cold, dark evening. The snow was falling, and the moonlight reflected off the empty street. It would have been so beautiful - If it weren't for the zombie apocolypse.
A door slammed - Jeremy had just gotten home after a long day of setting Male Zombie Puppy traps. He untied his face handkerchief, and, with it, pulled off his beanie. He shrugged off his trench coat and turned to the mirror - It was then that he decided he needed a Superman costume, to disguise his super-human skinny-ness. It was Tuesday - Tomorrow was supply day.
He stepped into the warm water, the plumbing having been fashioned out of a device the twisted genius had invented himself. Jeremy was in the shower (he did not take baths). He felt the water running down his body and closed his eyes, remembering the puppy saliva from the old days - the days before the apocolypse.
He climbed out and looked at the calandar - 13 September 2014. Tomorrow was the 2 year mark of the zombie breakout. Out of pride for his work on Biogenomal Viral Technology, he needed to make his favourite meal every apocolypse anniversary - Pancakes with crispy bacon, dripping in mapel syrup, and topped with caramalised banana (No homo). He wrote these ingrediants [alongside the Superman costume] onto his supply list, and began closing all the windows. He heard a yelp, and a rush of tingly sensation surged through his veins, hoping his traps were going to work.
He did not finish his set tonight as usual, but instead sat in front of the TV painting his nails with his specified OPI collection and watched 3 seasons of Gossip Girl, before retiring to bed.
