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Have you ever noticed that the zombies hardly ever attacked the animals, only in rare cases did they eat them and the animals never came back from the dead? See my point now, the planet raises the dead, the dead kill man, nothing left for the dead to eat means the dead die out, or once the last human is dead they go back to being totally dead or they just decompose, animals get the planet back.  

I suppose before I go on any more I should introduce my self. My name is James Wilson. A fairly non-descript name, just like I was before all this happened. I was just a student when the shit hit the fan, had no real friends at the university. I guess you could say I was a loner, which isn’t that bad when you think about it, seeing as I have spoken to no one in the last six months. Every one thought I was weird, I was always slightly different, be it my sense of humor or my dress or just the way I acted. I could always be counted on to do something strange at a party or just for a bet. It kept the bullies off me most of the time, well all of the time. There was this one occasion just after I got to university that someone took offence to my appearance and decided to beat it into me that I should not wear what I what I was wearing, so after much pummeling and much of my blood being spilt he stopped. I stood up and smiled and said thank you, after that incident I was pretty much left alone. Still in the long run I am the one who is still alive and not a walking corpse, funny how these things work out.

You see the whole situation worked out the strong from the weak, I know that sounds harsh but it was true. A lot of those who thought they were strong are dead, and a lot of them were the first to die. A great deal of them panicked and did something very stupid, like getting eaten, while those who were considered weaker survived longer, those that used their brains and worked together survived the longest. And everyone always thought survival of the fittest meant the strongest over the weak. Just proves how wrong we always are.

After it started the emergency services were the first to fall as they were in the line of fire so to speak, the ambulance people and the fire fighters died by the dozens. The ambulance staff because of the dead and the fire fighters because of the looters. Why, whenever there is a crisis does it bring out the worst in people? You had riots; fires’ being set off all because they suspected a zombie was in the building. I know of one case where a fire was set off in a tower block because of that reason, and there was no zombie. Almost 150 people died because of it. Luckily none of them got back up. The down side this proved that fire could kill them, so more fires were set. People shot at the police or threw firebombs or used other home made weaponry, why? You ask, simple to stop the police killing the zombies that were once their loved ones. Of course they were not shot in the head so they got back up. This also led to running gun battles in the streets between the police and the public, which always resulted in more zombies being made and then there was the zombies in the gun battles as well. I can just imagine it, some businessman guns down a police officer to protect his poor zombie mother and she bites his throat out. Poetic justice, I think so. We all knew what the problem was and how to deal with it, but did we, like fuck did we. We regressed to the basic human instinct of the caveman. This is my property so get off it or I will kill you. Bringing in the army and declaring martial law only made matters worse, the army had orders to shoot any looters or trouble makers, and many of them would shoot you if they did not like they way you looked. Then there were the aid centers, like the American versions they failed miserably, they were death traps. So all in all we fucked up royally.

Within a month it was estimated that the dead outnumbered the living five to one and the world closed its borders to England, just like we had all done to America. There was no government, no law and order anymore, only chaos and anarchy. There were roving gangs, like in America, travelling up and down the country. No where was safe. If the zombies did not get you then the gangs did. Money became obsolete, useless bits of paper that millions of people had worked their entire lives for. The new currency became food, cigarettes, weapons, ammunition and sex. Women became a possession, they only really survived in large groups if they could kill as well as the men or they were willing to let their bodies be abused, if they did neither then they were cast out, there was no place for them.

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