"Hey!"


"Set me down over there!"

"You gotta be fucking kidding me!"

"Dont forget, be here in exactly three days!"


As soon as Frank leaped from that helicopter, that helicopter, that symbolised salvation and safety to anyone still left alive, he knew he was all alone.


"Let's see what we got here.."

Frank whips his trademark camera out from around his chest, snapping happy as if nothing's changed.

but everything's changed

He walked cautiously  around the rooftop, snooping for clues, as if it were a standard journalistic conundrum.
He suddenly spies something, a baseball bat.
"better take this for later, just in case anybody objects"

Poor Frank, he still thinks his only confrontations are disgruntled shoppers and workers with shitty 9-to-5 jobs, dead ends in their lives.

How wrong he was.
He infiltrated an air ventilation system before, so this was a piece of cake..
he was now in a warehouse of some sort. He continued down the dimly lit coridoor in search of his next discovery. Frank kicked open the final padlocked door, to find an extremely brightly lit forecourt littered with panicky civilians. He swiftly ran over to the one carrying the biggest weapon, and asked him "what the deal was"
He got no answer from this big lumbering fella, only an evil smirk of contempt.

He then began to contemplate his life, his family, and what had become of them.



suddenly, a beautiful hispanic women walked strikingly across the hall. Frank couldn't help but wonder what her part was in this hellish story. Seconds later, his view was blocked by an exceptionally stocky man, who (as well as berating him for staring) filled him in on the predicament "This is no time to ogle pretty girls, son!"
"You looking to get yerself eaten by zombies?"

Bewlidered, Frank responded: "Did you just say, zombies?

The man nodded feverishly, aswell as shaking his head, in a manner highlighting his feeling that he couldn't believe it either.
Frank, steadying his new found weapon, when the same man returned to him and informed him to "Look on the bright side, zombies are stupid, and slow"
Frank had applauded this wishful thinking in the back of his mind; while simultaneously noticing a crazed old woman, looking for her "precious sweetie doggy Madonna" What also alarmed Frank and many of his newly discovered cohorts , she was HEADING FOR THE BARRICADE!! and was consequently stripping it of strength in a futile effort to rescue her mutt, Madonna, who was obviously in the later stages of infection..



Suddenly, these "zombies" were everywhere and had flooded the forecourt, snacking on the flesh of Franks one-time ''buddies''. This crazed woman had sealed not only her own fate, but the fates of those around her; And he had 72 hours left of this.


What do I do?