The zombie scourge had come and it had happened faster than anyone expected. The government had not been prepared and communications had failed rapidly across the country.
In the beginning of the scourge, Bob and Larry had narrowly escaped their apartment building. They had been on the run since. Supplies were always a concern so they had been searching for a place to scavenge.
The zombies were everywhere. Their slow shambling movement could be heard echoing down the alleys and streets.
“I think I see a building over there!” pointed Larry.
Bob followed after him and they locked the door behind them. It was difficult to see in the gloom but moans emanated from the inside of the building as well. The sound of a dragged foot, the clack of loose teeth filtered through the oppressive silence.
Larry shouted, “I think we’re going to have to clear this place out!”
The two men both leapt forward into the quailing mass that moved to surround them. They struck for the heads of the creatures as this was the only thing that seemed to stop them permanently.
Once they were the only two left standing, Bob looked around in confusion, “Wait. Isn’t this an old folk’s home?”