“We're dead,” Karen complained as she slumped behind the general store's counter. “So dead.”

Dead just like the zombies outside, two dozen of them at least trying to enter the boarded up building. There were others who'd become interested in the commotion and we're already shuffling over.

“Fuck,” she sighed, eyes closing as she leaned her head back onto the countertop. Karen was so done with this apocalypse, and you were not better.