The store
The grocery store was worst. The poor girl behind the counter was terrified as the manager tossed out random attackers. The manager was bitten on the arm. He bandaged it up and continued kicking out these “rabid” people. I forwarded calls to my cell phone. No call from my boss… I wasn’t going to work anyway. It was pay day and since rent was “taken care of” my grocery bill came to $646.78. I had groceries in my trunk and backseat. In the parking lot as I was putting away groceries, I saw a Buick run over a guy and he GOT UP!
The manager came running out with a butcher knife and he cleave the guy’s head clean off! Horrified, I stood there, my mouth I’m sure wide open. I’ll never forget his words: ” Get in your car son, protect yourself. I’ve got to make sure my staff gets out alive before I turn into a ZOMBIE!”
I refuse to believe he said “zombie”. They don’t exist. They are something George A. Romero invented! I knew I wasn’t safe so I drove home… but wait! There a fuckin’ zombie inside the lobby! what am I going to do?