DAY 101 OF THE APOCALYPSE.

The apocalypse has been, a nightmare. You're alone, you've broken your foot, and you're stuck with a guy who can bite zombies back and kill them.

You're sitting against a tree as Wayne wipe his mouth and picks pieces of flesh from his teeth like it's popcorn kernels or something. You've seen him do it a dozen times before but it's still freaky.

"I will never get over the taste of zombie..." He spits and he takes a swig of his water, swishes it around his mouth and spits it out.

"You okay, Toots?"