The music echoed in the room. My mom´s favourite song was playing and, as always, she seemed happy to listen to it. ”Strangers in the night” by Frank Sinatra, what a beautiful and melancholic song, I thought to myself. I was baking cookies while my mom was on the couch reading. While baking, I looked through the window and I remember seeing a beautiful flower. The song ended and I was forced back to reality. The living corpse of my mother growled and screamed from the corner of the room. 15th of March of 2205, and I’m ready to go back to fight on the zombie apocalypse.
Sertsem