N blended in perfectly with the horde of zombies that shambled around the street slowly. His nose made the impression that there was a human about nearby, and he turned his head calmly to look at a crowd of zombies. Nothing out of the ordinary. He continued on with his walk with his hands in his pockets and turned the street corner. The sign read Carnaby Street, though some blood covered the letters. It wasn’t tourist-lively any more. The U.K was pretty dull and gloomy. ‘Course. The apocalypse