Sitting in the canteen at work is a hobby of mine I suppose. People come and go some see me and want a chat some don't. It makes no difference to me so long as I don't make anyone uncomfortable. To watch a person is great exercise. It's even better when they don't know that they are the prey. Jeff stands at the vending machine his back to me. I have always been curious as to what it would be like to smash the glass with someone's face. I might push the head down using the glass to slice the neck. How would the blood go would it be a gushing mess or a rapid dribble. Maybe it would be disappointing like when you cut your arm badly but very little blood comes at first but then the wound fills with blood and just runs warm and free. "Henry you ok Buddy." Snapping out of my fantasy because of this pleb who thinks he is safe around me. It takes me a second to think of his name as he isn't any more important to me than the fly stuck to the flypaper in the corner of the room.  "MARTIN!" My first word came out as a shout and he jumped. "Sorry mate, I was miles away there just thinking about…. Well you know err porn." Think I dodged any awkward questions there he is laughing lightly and pats me on the shoulder. He stinks of fags mixed with deodorant like he knows he stinks but can't be arsed doing anything better than squirting deodorant around.  I might not have the most fascinating job in the world but it helps to keep a low profile.

The world is going to hell and this is one man's story. Sid is just an average guy from Yorkshire England. A cold like a virus has spread worldwide and people are dropping like flies. The problem is they just won't stay dead unless they are killed again by destroying the brain. Zombies have ruined Sid's life and turned it upside down.