Total disaster. I was captured by the horde of zombies and taken deep into the island where even the sunlight has difficulty reaching.

The week began as any other week: I awoke to the muffled sounds of zombies dragging their feet on the sandy beach outside my hut and the pervasive moaning of their unaware, decaying corpses mindlessly crying out for their "braaaaains". It was all very routine at this point.

I geared up, grabbed my newly improved laser-guided subnuclear auto-targeting ultra-accurate highly effective zombie-killing death ray rubber band guns and left my hut in search of food and fresh water for the week, leaving a trail of inanimate corpses as I went.

As I approached a long abandoned supermarket not far from the beach, I noticed some of the zombies behaving a bit odd for a soulless shell of a human being. They seemed almost gleeful in their predictable but ultimately futile search for brains and flesh. Intrigued, I cautiously approached, rubber band guns at the ready. What happened next was downright frightening, in retrospect and should have been my first clue to turn around and run: They looked at me looking at them, then began to shuffle their way further inland, all the while glancing back at me, almost beckoning me to join them. And join them I very nearly did, until they lead me so deep into the forest beyond the beach that it was as dark as midnight at high noon. They must have sensed my unease, for they had already surrounded me by the time the notion to run had entered my foolish and soon to be eaten brain.

I believe the only reason I am still alive is because they are saving me for their zombie overlord tomorrow. No doubt I will make a tasty lunchtime meal for him. Escape seems impossible. Perhaps I could try reasoning with him. Then again, this just might be the end for me...


P.S. Send help.