OK so it’s not the most glamorous of jobs but it pays the rent while I work on my book. Well that’s what I’d always told myself, despite the fact I’d only ever written two chapters. So here I was, midnight behind a counter in a little shop in the middle of nowhere. Aimlessly reading one of the magazine from the top shelf while I waited for my replacement to clock in.

Every once in while I saw people walking around outside but didn’t really think too much of it. I’ll admit it the magazine was far more riveting, it’s the articles they’re so well written. Anyway the outside lights were playing up, if we turned them on the fuses blew. The manager knew but he was too tight to fix it.

That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Anyway the door slams open and someone throws himself through. Moments later he pushes it closed, I see know it’s Bill my replacement for the night.

“Turn on the lights.”
“The…”
“Do it!”

So I do and there they are, dozens of them. Then the lights go out.

“Look.” says Bill “Zombies.”