On the first day of the apocalypse, zombies erupted into the streets, running wild and biting people. I hid in my rented apartment, scraping by in the cracks.
Suddenly, a handsome stranger clamped a hand over my mouth.
"Don't make a sound. I'm your husband."
What a joke! I'd been single for over twenty years, and I'd never even touched a man's hand!
He said he was my husband?
Who would believe that?
The next moment, he was taking me on a zombie-killing spree through the apocalypse, snatching resources and stockpiling food.
I smiled and clung to his leg. "Honey, you've worked so hard!"
