“So there's this thing called a- a chupacabra,” Lenny spoke as he fired his gun, blowing a hole into the shoulder of a zombie, the walking dead man stumbling over due to it. “Originated in Mexico.”

The zombie apocalypse had come out of pretty much nowhere. If was a train wreck if you'd ever seen one — but Lenny seemed to be enjoying himself well enough, despite the depressing atmosphere the land had.

“I think it exists,” the young man commented as he shot the same zombie again, this time fully killing it. Well, re-killing it. “If these things are real, then, well… why not?”