“Oh my God…” I stood up from behind the make-shift table barricade. My mouth salivated at what was within 100 metres from where I stood but my body shook at the sight of what lay in between me and my destination. Zombies. At least twenty of them.

“Are you mad?! They’ll eat your brains!” My partner was always a coward. Never ready to step up to the plate when called. He was still whimpering in the foetal position.

“Get up, Dick! We’re gonna send these bastards back to Hell!” I grabbed him by the collar and shoved him onto his feet. I handed him his gun. “Getting eaten by zombies is not an honourable way to die, soldier!” He nodded weakly. After three, we charged over our barricade and smashed through the windows.

Guns blazing, we cleaned house on every zombie too stupid to realise their inevitable fate. We delivered the last undead soul and ran triumphantly into Randy’s Diner. Best doughnuts in town. As I bit into the raspberry glazed, I chuckled to myself. “Tastes like the blood of my enemies.”