Name:Micheal Hunter
Race:Black
Age:19
College student,has a thing for videogames,heavy metal,sarcasm,cynicism,and skepticism
Also privy to sidebar conversations with himself,and is known to get into long debates about the most insignificant of things
December 12,2010
Mike woke up like it was any other day.
After he took care of business in the bathroom, he ventured outside and took a deep whiff of the air. Almost immediately he gagged.
"What the hell?" he wondered. "Is that smell?"
He looked down and saw the answer to his question. On his porch was what seemed to be a human leg, and holding onto it was some guy who appeared to be casually gnawing on it.
"Well, no better way to start off a morning than to see some guy going to town on some poor fellows leg." he said; really to no one in particular. "Speaking of, I think it's time for breakfast."
While he was eating, he turned on the TV; half the channels were pure static, but he soon found a news station that had yet to be knocked off the air. After a few minutes of watching what shows they had, he had formed a pretty good idea on what the hell was going on.
"Of all the shit that could've happened to end the world, it's a damn zombie apocalypse. Looks like those Mayans were 2 years off schedule with their prediction."
He then stepped back outside and dumped the remainder of bacon grease from his pan onto the zombie-leg-eater on his porch.
"It's too early for this shit. I'm going back to sleep."