Hello everyone! Please enjoy a sample of my fictional work "Rotten Roulette." If you enjoy and would like to read more, I will be posting the next sections at $3.00 a piece. Have a good day!

Keagan had seen Shaun of the Dead and had once been certain it could never happen. Surely people would be able to tell when re-animated corpses were shambling through the streets and react appropriately? Easier said than done now, especially since there was no discernible pattern of signs that showed infection. Take his girlfriend Roisin for example. Yesterday, she had been completely right. Then she got up in the middle of the night to use the toilet. Next thing Keagan knew, he was shocked awake by her tearing ravenously at his throat as they tussled in the bed sheets. Roisin had though him crazy to keep a hatchet by his nightstand, but now he was alive, and she was mince. Keagan knew he needed to find a new place to stake out. He had noticed people in areas of high zombie activity seemed to sicken and join the infestation more quickly than others. Keagan personally believed the virus transferred between open wounds and zombie blood. Though that was all conjecture unless the learned men at the WHO declared it a “definite mechanism.” By the time that happened, the world would be a shambling, decaying mess.