The second day begins.
The big zombie knocked again. We all were so scared. She was the CFO of a large summer camp and every time she came to visit the office, it made us scared. I turned to the left. The zombie whiteboard started to speak, and it said: “Please do not erase”.
Please
do not eras’e.
erase
The apocalypse changed us all in different ways. Some adopted new names to reflect a new identity. My name, formally “Hot Gus”, became “Gus”. It took one look at me to know that I was no longer hot. That part of me was left behind. My left arm was left behind in the belly of the big zombie.
The new big documentary.
Some photographers walked in past the big zombie and asked if they could record the office for a documentary. It seemed like they should probably record the zombie apocalypse instead, but big zombie tends to get what she wants. I found the strength within myself to comply. As the crew set up, I considered whether or not I should have taken up a more photogenic career, such as open-sea fishing.
The apocalypse is almost over
I get to go home soon