This was to be the very last story she would write. Felicity sat at her computer writing a 5000 word vampire story for Twilight Teen Magazine. Little did she know, as her characters met and fell in love, that outside her house the world was changing forever. A plague had hit the earth. The zombie apocalypse was upon them.
Years later Felicity could barely marvel that zombiism had walked in on them with little ratty feet, as had every plague in the past. Fleas carried the key to change on the backs of rats. Three-quarters of the world’s population were effected. Some, like Felicity, became uber-zombies, stronger, smarter, faster than before. If she didn’t have the rotting flesh and an urge for brains on toast she’d believe that life was good.
Amongst the one-quarter of the world not changed were scientists of some renown. At first they worked on a cure. It soon became apparent there was no cure, so they switched to a zombiicide instead. It took a few years but was eventually tested and pronounced effective.
One day Felicity and her fellow zombies heard crop duster planes in the air and were sprayed with a mysterious substance. They were all dead by the end of the week. The humans buried them deep.
With three quarters of the world’s population gone carbon levels began to drop. The oceans started to cool and the number of animals increased. The world became a more dangerous place as tigers and bears thrived, simple replacing zombies as a threat. Felicity would’ve laughed at the irony.
Copyright April 2013