Opening to my Zombie story.
I’m not actually a hero. I know that some of you think I am, but you’re wrong. In fact, in many ways I’m a coward. I have a tendency to run. I run from most conflicts, from bill collectors, from my boss, from my wife, from my kids, from most everything. I don’t say no to anyone or stand up for myself. I basically let other people tell me what to do. I hate to spoil the story before it begins but I didn’t want to lead you on this whole time. I am not a leader or a great man. I wanted to be. For a moment I thought I was but in the end it all collapsed. It all ended where it started really and I was no better. I survived is all. But that’s why you’re reading this. You want to know how I survived. You want to hear from the guy who made it. You want to read the story of the man who conquered the zombies. You want to know what really happened because there are a lot of accounts of that event that are confusing or worse “official.” But there is only one true story and I have it. So, you’re reading the right story. Just don’t expect it to inspire. I’m not a hero.