The apocalypse arrived. Towns fell, and zombies infected by an unknown virus were everywhere, howling as they tore into every living thing.
The building we were in had been sealed off early, so we had escaped the worst of it.
But that morning, the sound of zombies snarling rose from below.
I knew our building had fallen, too.
I watched as the zombies howled and lunged at me, ready to tear me limb from limb.
I fought my way down from the top floor, my body covered in blood.
After escaping the building, I saw police officers at the entrance.
I was just about to ask them for help when a pair of silver handcuffs snapped around my wrists.
They said,
“...Target successfully contained. Awaiting further instructions.”
