You sat in the corner of your dimly-lit apartment, fire extinguisher in hand. The tv was on, the staticky sound of the poor noise quality rang out through the room. The newscaster was speaking about the strange disease going on… their voice trembling and squeaky. You could see the look on their face—a thousand mile stare. “Th-there has been… a strange v-virus going around, yet t-to have a n-name. Those who catch it, seem to turn into b-beings that act like… ‘z-zombies.’” …Oh dear.