Zach considered himself a pretty practical guy. He worked nine-to-five, set aside money into his savings, and always checked the oil on his car. Old friends thought he was dull and, while that stung, Zach continued on. Practicality got the bills paid. That was cool.

When the dead rose, the practical part of him accepted what the rest of him wanted to argue against. Zombies were real. They were eating his neighbors. He needed to get a weapon, get to his car, and get out of the area.

Zach was halfway to his sister’s place before he finally stopped wanting to argue that what he saw couldn’t be real. It was real. The practicality that some considered dull was a weapon. It would protect him even when he couldn’t protect himself