This was upsetting for everyone involved, except for the infected, who were past being upset about that sort of thing. One day, things were normal the next, people who were supposedly dead were getting up and attacking anything that came into range. There was no warning before the outbreaks began.
The only surprise was that this time, it was really happening. When the infected first appeared-heralded by screams that the dead were rising and judgment day was at hand-they behaved just like the horror movies had been telling us for decades that they would behave. It hasn’t been a surprise for more than twenty years, and if you want to get technical, it wasn’t a surprise then. As if we didn’t already know what happens when you mess with a zombie: The zombie turns around and bites you, and you become the thing you poked.
Our story opens where countless stories have ended in the last twenty-six years: with an idiot-in this case, my brother Shaun-deciding it would be a good idea to go out and poke a zombie with a stick to see what happens.
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