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                 the god of... well chaos                  
                    -by mikethealicorn-                    
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                          ZOMBIES                          
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ZOMBIES
Hi I’m Michael I’m a 21 year old guy, have red hair, and brown eyes. I LOVE to fly that’s why I’m a pilot. But I never felt like I belonged here in this world I mean I love pranks there sooooo funny ha-ha. My pranks often get me into trouble like I tried to prank a cop didn’t work out. But I digress I have a decent life wake up work sleep repeat. The only happiness I find is MLP FIM oh that’s right I’m a brony. So enough introductions back to the story shall we.
                I’m walking down the street of my dead when I spot an infected walking around chunks of dead skin falling off. City did I mention there’s a zombie apocalypse going on? No well there is and I’m the last of the uninfected or so I assume. “Shit! Fucking zombies everywhere can’t walk five freaking feet!” I pull out my trusty colt 1911 but I stop. wait its only one no need to bring a horde. I thought, I pull out my baseball bat. “Batter up” I say getting the zombies attention. It walks toward me as soon as it gets close I swing the bat cracking its skull with a thwack, sending brain matter on the sidewalk. I keep[ walking bat in hand to my house. I walk up the cracked steps to the door the first thing I notice is the terrible smell of decaying flesh. “That reeks.” I say as I open the door walking in I flop on the couch letting out a sigh. I grab my mp3 and listen to monster pmv by bronydanceparty as it nears the end I fell on my face knocking me out cold.
A/N what’s up this is my first fiction idea wouldn’t stop eating my brain so hope you like it