by Brian John Mitchell

We were cryogenically frozen for some reason when things started to get crazy an indeterminable amount of years back & now we’re thawed & I’m the only one of the five of us close to being an adult, so everybody else says I’m in charge. We go up the stairs from the basement into the warehouse & the place is a wreck & the floor is covered with dust. The front door is locked from the outside & I find a crowbar & pry it open. When I pry it open there are four or five of zombies waiting outside. I step out & start clubbing them with the crowbar & "Search & Destroy" is running through my head as I keep brutalizing them until each one stops moving.