Zombies (All of Us)

I’m trying to write a story about zombies. 

Woke up cold one Tuesday
I'm looking tired and feeling quite sick
I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life
So I quickly opened the wardrobe
Pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt that seemed clean
Topped it off with a pair of old shoes
That were ripped around the seams
And I thought these shoes just don't suit me

Time to put some new shoes on, yeah?  Maybe some Doc Martens or some motorcycle boots or some insulated snow boots or some flip flops.  Just time for some new shoes. 

So, zombies fit in there somewhere.  Government collapse, toxic shit, man versus nature, classic literary shit.  (backlit by Led Zeppelin III, because it’s sufficiently weird and beautiful).

Some people live; some die.  I’ve already made some choices.  Not about myself though.  Maybe for the first time in my life, in this zombie dystopia I’m creating, I will live, rather than dying a martyr. 

Maybe not.  I’m fairly predictable.  Sacrifice is like a practiced art/science for me.

I’m going to get back to the storytelling now …