I'm a scientist. I'd managed to get my hands on some Zombie blood from an outbreak in Africa a few years ago, and had been working on a serum in case of an outbreak in the UK. When the outbreak eventually happened here - on my fucking wedding day of all days - the last thing I did before they bit me was inject myself and my bride - even though my serum was still at the experimental stage, I always carried it with me, just in case. It kinda worked, but there have been times when I wished it hadn't, especially when I found myself chomping on my own mother in the church. You see, my bride and I are now, for all intents and purposes, Zombie. Our bodies are slowly decomposing, and we crave human flesh and need to feed, violently and often. But we've retained our intelligence. Sometimes we think about blowing our own brains out, but you know what? Now we've gotten over the initial horror, it's getting kinda fun. I mean, feeding on you motherfuckers, listening to you scream, it turns us on. So you'd better start running assholes, 'cos we'll be coming for you next, and we've got brains.
At the time of the zombie outbreak I was...
getting married, and those undead bastards broke into the church and ate my family and friends. God saves no one.
Weapon of choice for fighting zombies...
You'd better have an A-bomb ready, 'cos little else is gong to stop us.
How did you find out about LostZombies.com...
From a post on the Facebook group, 'Strengthen Our Defence Against Impending Zombie Attacks'. Research.
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