Before the cataclysm happened life for Bane Veto Lynch was pretty good. He had a place to live, plenty of food and a fridge full of home made toilet grog. Now he spends his days desperately scavenging for supplies to buy himself another day of life while fighting off hordes of shambling monsters that hunger for human flesh.

I wrote this story a long time ago with zero writing experience, read at your own risk. You can copy the idea if you want to, I don't really care.