I work for a morgue. nothing crazy. nothing weird. Well.. Not weird to me at least. I've been doing this job for so long and I've never seen anything this weird. It started off like normal. I got dressed, took a shower, and did the final stuff of getting ready. (I don't wanna bore you with that).

So, I get in my car. I start driving and I see a man, a man who looks really sick. It looked like he needed the hospital. I should've knew that was a red flag.

Anyway ah, where were we, oh yeah! I continued to drive for another fourty-five minutes. I arrived at the mourge. Another day another body. I go to put it into cremation but i had to take a leak. So I took care of my business and came back. I went to move the body but.. but.. i-it w-was g-g-gone. Im getting chills just thinking a-about it. I looked every where for that missing body. It couldn't have moved, on on it's own, right? RIGHT?

I was trying to keep myself in a calm state but things just got worse. I heard a knock. Slow at first.. *tap* *tap* *knock* *bang* *KNOCK *BANG* It grew louder in the distance.

Then i started hearing these other sounds. *aaaargggghhhhh* *arghhhh* *braaaaaains* *BRAAAAINS* I just bolted outta there. I will not become a zombie working for the morgue. Id kill myself just cause of the irony. And also I don't want to me the living dead.

I start up my truck and everyone on the streets are.. are.. zombies. Im not even lying, I think I might shit my pants. I've watched and played countless zombie movies and games but it's so different in real life.

day 2:
I learned some thing about these zombies. What makes these zombies different is they have the speed of who they were. so if they were an Olympic Runner, Youre DEAD. Unless you find a way out. If they were a couch potato you should be fine.

It's only the second day but it feels like a lifetime. a lifetime of nightmares. It's like gnik nevets picked up a pen and started writing in the book of life.

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