Prologue-
My story starts out just like everyone else's, normal kid, normal town, normal friends. In fact it was so painstakingly normal and boring, I was constantly wishing for a terrorist attack, or maybe a zombie apocalypse to spice things up a bit. Not that I'm crazy or anything, but a pandemic of the undead rising and gnawing on someone's flesh, causing said person to die, come back, and eventually infect the whole nation, yes please. It would be a lot better than boring old school and homework. Little did I know how wrong I was, how much I would actually yearn for those boring, uneventful days to come back.
I'd suppose I should probably introduce myself, not that it really matters nowadays anyway, sometimes I can't even remember my name, after all, it's been what? 3 months since the initial outbreak, 9 maybe? I'd lost track a while ago. I mean what's the point of keeping track when time doesn't seem to be a factor in life anymore? Time had been replaced with survival. Brute, cold, hard survival, the unforgiving universe had really screwed me over.
Where was I again? Oh yeah, my name is Thomas Peterman. Sorry, it's just been so long since I've had a stimulating interaction with anyone who was still sane enough to squeeze out anything other than a couple of moans and a growl before they tried eat the flesh off my bones. I guess I should get to it already, the day it all began I mean.
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Brain Munchers
HorrorThomas is a normal boy, from a normal town, with normal friends. It was so normal and boring he constantly wished for something more interesting to come along. Then it did, and he wondered, was this really what he wanted?
