90% of the population is either a zombie or dead. No one knows if the zombies are actually dead or if this is a disease because dead people don’t walk or eat. No one even knows what day it is. All communications are cut off.
All the living that can shoot a gun became cowboy vigilantes. Every surviving psycho with dreams of mass murder is out there happily killing zombies in new and creative ways and it’s a vast empty quiet country except for when they go on a zombie genocide mission.
The people that can’t shoot bugged out to the hills.
The stench from the rotting corpses is nauseating from miles away. Some people with pre-existing medical conditions choked to death because of it.
It’s lawless and dangerous like nothing we knew before. People are starving because all the canned goods have been looted and there is no crop coming to them.
This is my self portrait. I covered myself with zombie blood and guts to disguise myself so the zombies wouldn’t bite me and slowly stumbled out to do some looting.
I saw the aquarium store was broken into so I expected to see dead fish but someone took them for bait. I took all the filters. People are giving me food and I’m sewing cowboy masks for them with two layers of fabric and activated charcoal hand quilted in.
This is a rough idea for an intro to my zombie story. If any of my writer friends has a suggestion, feel free to advise me.