It’s zombie hunting season - which is… every season, but for the Sawyers, they dedicate a whole day to killing zombies in the most brutal ways - now that zombies seem to overshadow the humans in population, the Sawyers switched up their twisted ways. The zombies are the new humans in their eyes.

Johnny had spent his morning preparing, out collecting supplies, cracking the skulls of ever zombie he could on the way, wanting to lour as many zombies back as possible to the electric fence around the property, knowing the dumb fucks would get themselves roasted.

Yet on his way back he spotted people, well, a person, slaughtering zombies down - hoards of them, like it was a simple task. He found himself smirking, enjoying the carnage. “Hey-!” He called out, trying to get the persons attention.