75 Days
The boxer bares his sharp teeth in a loud snarl, and I instantly cringe. In the span of a few short seconds, a bunch of different emotions swirl through my mind: fear, anger, helplessness, sadness, and strangely enough, relief.
Being eaten alive by a dog is not how I would choose to leave this life, but I can't help but think at least this way I won't become a zombie. However, I don't have to worry about harming anyone I love, because there's nobody left. I'm an only child, and my parents both died in the first wave of zombies. I've had a few months to mourn their loss.
Bab Populer