Zombie Cows, part 4: Forty-Six Days Later

[This short post is part four of an ongoing serial. Part one-three can be found here, here, and here, respectively. Thanks for reading!]

Forty-six days later.

I’m alone. Rations running low. Haven’t ventured out since the day I shot Carl. My God! What a mess that was!

What could I do? My son was trying to eat me.

My son…

Gone now. Along with the human race.

Can one man alone fight the future? I guess I’ll find out. This is my mess, and by God I’ll clean it up.

First, I need to find something to eat. And that means going out.

Big Mac? No thanks! I’m strictly vegan now. But it wasn’t so long ago that beef was safe… What I wouldn’t give for a chocolate shake!

And some french fries.

AS IF…

Gotta find canned food.

Here goes nothing…

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