Further down the road, a pair of zombies are standing side by side, motionless, like two bored security guards who forgot what they were supposed to be guarding. I walk up to them, slapping a hand on each of their shoulders.
"Alright, gentlemen, what's the move here? Are we loitering? Waiting for the apocalypse to start? Oh, wait…" I gasp mockingly. "It already did!"
But as always, they were nonchalant as hell. Not even a twitch. I wave a hand in front of one of their faces. The dull, rotting eyes don't even blink.
I was suddenly glad for the system for making me what I was. I couldn't imagine being as dumb as these things.
"Seriously? Not even a little jump scare?" I sigh, shaking my head. "You guys need hobbies."
This? This is my reality now. The only ones who don't want to me dead are the ones who can't even hold a proper conversation.