dead and damned chapter 1: dead men walking i was a normal guy crappy job, no money to pay rent but the one thing that i hated was the fact that #life generally sucked in every which way but one. the only way to succeed was up but all the world did was go down into the fiery depths of hell and come back as an empty hollow of a planet with only death and despair as its residual #life line. i'm sam and this is my story. it all went down on a snowy october evening i was making a standard house delivery my pale face shivering as i stepped out of the car. the pizza made a warm steam in the air. its scent filling my nose as i knocked on the door. no answer "yeah, real fuckin' funny " i shouted to the sky "thanks a fuckin lot for my fuck up of a #life, oh great and powerful god" why i shouted at god i don't know but i sure as hell was pissed off at who ever called . yeah, so from this miniscule event you've probably deducted that i'm a fuck up at #life. but i digress. now my #life was a little better from shouting at the nothingness we call god(no offense to religious people). anyway,as i arrived back at the shop it looked like it had been shot by a missile or something crazy like that but as i searched for answers the bodys that were behind the counter or rather what was left of it.rose with a shrill and rough groan, i asked them if they were okay but i guess it was the wrong thing to do seen as though there skin was charred and pale. my face was a mask of terror but in my head i was like"fuck yeah,we got some ZOMBIES up in here!". i looked to the window only to see more destruction in the wake of what would soon be known as the apocalypse still though if you think its easy to kill a zombie with your bare hands like in a game you may as well be dead already.