I quit my job as a stocker considering what happen to me and
 looked for a new job, I thought writing might help telling the
 world what had happened to me .

Sitting at my typewriter I turned and thought I heard a noise,
there was nothing there at me . Must be my imagination again .
Then I started typing again, there it was again,this time I turn
my computer off and got too my feet .

Suddenly to my ears I heard a sound,creak,something breaking up
the floor beneath me was coming apart and I reacted like ,but then
I saw them, again . Damn, why me ?

I reach for my gun knowing it was probably useless but it made me
feel better . I cursed and started firing,damn these zombies why ?
I fired point blank again and again,no matter what part of the body .

I kept cursing at them as if that would work.

But it didn't .

end ?