Week 49: My Barrel of Monkeys are Laughing

They are all against me. They are trying to get me. It is because I figured it out. This whole thing, the whole zombie apocalypse was part of their plan. It is all their way to bring about the new world order. To weaken the population and then enslave us all.


That is what all the experiments are about. All the unmarked rooms equipped with pneumatic tools and high-tech magic. With single-serving easy chairs to make you feel comfortable while they bleed you dry.


Well the joke is on them because I escaped. I won’t be their lap dog or test subject. And I can’t trust anyone. No humans anyway. The only one I have now is my pet zombie. She was not a part of this conspiracy; just an unwilling tool. Just like I was.


I think I’ll name her Maria. Or maybe Brenda. Or maybe Maria. She loves me so. I can tell by the look in her eyes.


Aww, I think she wants to lick my hand. Just like my dog Daisy used to when I was a kid. Here you go girl. That’s a good girl.