This isn’t what people expected the zombie apocalypse to be like. At first the zombies had been as predicted, sure, just a bunch of shambling humans, but soon they had started to rot so much that they fell apart, and what was left of that was the sludge.

A horrid, grayish, massive sea of decaying flesh boiling with rotten air. It wouldn’t surprise me if just the smell can kill, but I’ve grown used to it. I’m sitting at my apartment window with my gun, watching the sludge roll over the streets below.

As I watch it consume a dove, I wonder… does it feel?

Does it have the capacity for emotions? Or does it just want to eat?

See, the gun isn’t for the sludge, bullets have no effect on that thing, it’s for me. It will find me soon and bring me into it’s rotten embrace. There’s nothing I can do to protect myself in this place, it will just roll under the door or go through the drainage pipes.

The only choice I have is whether to join it alive or dead. I vastly prefer dead, but I still haven’t got the guts to pull the trigger.

I’m lost in my thoughts when I hear a banging sound, and I realize it’s already here. The gray melting flesh is oozing in from around the door and gathering in a large pool. Even at this sight, I can’t manage to shoot my gun, I just puke all over myself.

As the horrible rotting sludge embraces me and pulls me into it’s seeming darkness, in a delirium I realize it’s not a sludge. It’s a shimmering, shining sea of light and voices. I don’t need my eyes or ears anymore. I don’t need my body.

In this wonderful sea, I’m at last at peace with everyone else.