As a blogger known across the internet for reckless review stunts, I got into trouble while livestreaming myself eating a can of expired zombie blood.
The moment my taste buds exploded, my life flashed before my eyes: my ex-boyfriend had his arm around my best friend, mocking the way I ate.
When I opened my eyes again, I was the only living person in the apocalypse who still had an appetite. Zombies even sprinkled cumin on themselves when they saw me.
Then I ran into my ex-boyfriend in a shelter, so hungry he was skin and bones. Trembling, he held out a bottle of cumin: “C-can I dip it in this?”
