Pitiable attempt at conveying a dream I had last night, but I just had to enter since there was a zombie challenge up. Can’t let a good zombie dream go to waste, you know.

A sad look at how zombie-ism can affect us all. It seems that the incubation period is long enough for the government to let you go home to get your affairs in order. This definately isn’t a pitiable attempt, but rather a great take on an overdone genre.

This is really depressing and I’m certain if there were a zombie apocalypse this would happen to more than one person.
Sad, but strangely beautiful.

Oh so terrible for the husband, bittersweet to get to say goodbye, though the wet thud was kinda gross. :)