They Never Thought It Would Happen

The dead rising from their graves. Corpses shambling along the roads, flesh hanging off withered bones. Decaying bits of meat and dripping fluids falling to the ground. And everywhere, the rattling hiss of long-atrophied lungs drawing breath to cry out -- "Braaaiiinsss. . . ."

Running did no good -- they would triumph due to sheer numbers. Survivors hid in the thickest shelters they could find, arming themselves with pipes and clubs to forestall the inevitable. If they would fall, they would fall fighting. They would destroy their enemy as their enemy destroyed them.

The end is nearing.

Or, it would be if I wasn't on the scene.

I know the odds aren't good. It's just me -- one girl, one measly little girl -- against an army of undead abominations. The others have fallen. Some have become the undead themselves.

But you know what? I don't give a shit about the odds. The odds and I -- we have no relationship. I'm gonna fight these guys. And I'm gonna win.

My name is J.C. Jones.

Those in the know, call me "FanGirl."
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We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.

Brains.