text: [Themes: horror, serious]
  
  It was just a normal day, the kind of day that seems to happen every day, except for one small detail... it was normal... too normal. So normal that you were just going about your normal business, loitering around shopping complexes, or whatever it is you jobless welfare state leeches do with your days except getting pregnant. Well, you were there,let's say on a street corner, and there's a man approaching you. Oh by the way, your an eighteen year old scrawny unemployed white guy deadbeat. And this man is staggering kinda funny towards you, like he's hopped up on goofballs or something. Act fast!
  
  > This man is obviously a zombie. Attack him, with all your scrawny might
  You spring into action like some kind of springy cat, pouncing on your Zombie foe, and using all your zombie know how to defeat your enemy. You tackle the shambling monstrosity, shoving it's spindly frame to the ground, and knowing that the only way to kill a zombie is by squishing its brain, you pick up a handy rock and cave in it's skull till the sickening brain goop sloshes out all nasty and viscous. Victory! No wait... the zombie is muttering it's last words: it's really your grandad, and you've just killed him. You bastard!
  
  > give your Grandad CPR
  Although there are now so many holes in your Grandad's head it's difficult and rather pointless trying to give it mouth to mouth, you plump for the most mouthy looking hole and blow with all your might. Little pieces of skull and gristle fly out of the other holes every time you do this, which is kinda sick, so you decide to stop - but find yourself unable to remove your mouth because holy fucking goddamned shit your grandad has come back from beyond the grave as one of those zombies referred to in the title and he's giving you some very unorthodox mouth to mouth involvong him eating the flesh off your face! You die, trying to scream but all you manage to do is force your tongue down Zombiegrandad's throat, in some kind of sick reversed Oedipal death by Frenching experiment. You sick fuck. You should have found a job, and none of this would have happened.
  
  You spring into action like some kind of springy cat, pouncing on your Zombie foe, and using all your zombie know how to defeat your enemy. You tackle the shambling monstrosity, shoving it's spindly frame to the ground, and knowing that the only way to kill a zombie is by squishing its brain, you pick up a handy rock and cave in it's skull till the sickening brain goop sloshes out all nasty and viscous. Victory! No wait... the zombie is muttering it's last words: it's really your grandad, and you've just killed him. You bastard!
  
  > walk away and act like nothing happened
  That's the kind of action I'd expect from you, you jobless layabout. You have no sense of taking responsibility for your actions. Just for that I'm going to give you a moral lesson in the form of narrating you a messy death.
  
  You manage to get about six feet away from the corpse of your grandad you just murdered before people start shouting 'Call the police' and 'He's a fucking murderer'. Needles to say you make it about ten feet away from the body before you're arrested, and thrown in a cell.
  
  Oh yeah, and in the night zombies invade the cell and chew your face off. And you die.
  
  It was just a normal day, the kind of day that seems to happen every day, except for one small detail... it was normal... too normal. So normal that you were just going about your normal business, loitering around shopping complexes, or whatever it is you jobless welfare state leeches do with your days except getting pregnant. Well, you were there,let's say on a street corner, and there's a man approaching you. Oh by the way, your an eighteen year old scrawny unemployed white guy deadbeat. And this man is staggering kinda funny towards you, like he's hopped up on goofballs or something. Act fast!
  
  > look for a job, you no hope bum
  Finally, you've grown up and decided to get a job and a life and a mortgage like everybody else. No more goofballs, teen pregnancy, empty, lonely days for you, no more bicycle seat sniffing, no more Hentai - all of that has come to an end. You stroll over to the nearest window which has a vacancy in it, the local S-Mart, which needs staff for it's housewares department. But too late. Oh, so late, my friend. By the time you've read the details and straightened your nasty looking slumwear, that guy I mentioned earlier has grabbed your still unemployed shoulder and is chowing down on your neck, because, he is after all a zombie. And you die jobless, just like you always knew you would.[Themes: mystery / thriller, mystery]
  
  Blamed for a terrorist attack on the National Intelligence Agency, special agent Brick Hunter is disavowed by the United State government. While the Federal Bureau of Investigation (F.B.I) launches the 'ALPHA PROXI' Protocol. Forced into hiding, without the support of his own government or fellow agents, Hunter must betray his own organization to gather the necessary intelligence in clearing his name and identifying those responsible
  
  to prevent another attack from occurring.
  
  In order to clear his name, former F.B.I agent Brick Hunter has to commit a few more felonies in the process.
  
  He starts with breaking and entering into the house of leading F.B.I Agent Christian Komes. Komes is suspected to be withholding information regarding the case of the recent terrorist attack, which could prove Hunters innocence. Upon arriving outside of Agent Komes estate, former F.B.I agent Hunter surveils the property till dusk in awaiting Agent Komes departure from the premises, before making any attempts of a break and enter.
  
  Following Agent Komes departure from his home, Hunter managed to identify 3 possible points of entry :
  
  The Basement window.
  
  The upstairs terce.
  
  And the front door to the estate.
  
  [Author's Note: Blamed for a terrorist attack on the National Intelligence Agency, Brick Hunter was disavowed, by the United State government. While the Federal Bureau of Investigation (F.B.I) launches 'ALPHA PROXI' Protocol. Forced into hiding, without the support of his own government or fellow agents, Hunter must gather intelligence from an ''UNKNOWN'' source in order to clear his name and identify those responsible, to prevent another attack from occurring.]
  
  > The Basement Window.
  Brick Hunter suspected that the best way to enter the house was to break into the basement window, as there was less likely to be alarms that would alert the authorities to his presence. Hunter slowly creeped towards the window and cut the glass with a handy tool that he had acquired from a former contact.
  
  As Hunter entered the basement he turned on the light and began to look around. It was a musty old basement with very little in it, aside from a door that seemed to lead to a wine cellar. As he slowly walked through the room he looked around for any incriminating evidence that may be hidden. Though, knowing Agent Komes, this wasn't going to be easy. A few small boxes in the corner, an old dresser pushed up against the wall, and an old television that looked like it hadn't been touched in a number of years were the only occupants of the room. He slowly made his way into the wine cellar and noticed that something was wrong; usually someone who had a wine cellar would keep the temperature much lower than this. Hunter's intuition told him something was wrong, but did he have time to investigate the entire wine cellar?
  
  > Hunter should go upstairs without checking the cellar
  As much as he wanted to check the entire wine cellar for more information, Hunter knew that he may not have a lot of time and it would be better spent investigating the rest of the house. He slowly began climbing the stairs out of the basement, making sure to not make any unnecessary noise. Once he reached the top of the stairs he slowly opened the basement door and peered out into the main hall.
  
  Hunter saw that he had two main options for where to investigate in the house. He saw the slightly open door to Komes' study, where he knew that he would probably keep most of his work items. Hunter also saw the stairs leading up to the bedroom, where he knew from his surveillance efforts that Komes kept his gun and his work clothes. Knowing that he had little time, Hunter had to quickly decide which part of the house to search first. Hunter also knew he could also just leave the house now as the front door was open.
  
  > Hunter should check upstairs
  Hunter decided to investigate upstairs to see if there was anything that could assist in his investigation in the bedroom. As he entered the room Hunter saw a number of items that he knew would be of some assistance while he was in the house: Komes' gun, a set of keys, and the automatic door opener for his garage.
  
  Hunter soon realized that there was no incriminating information hidden in the bedroom, and knew that he needed to head downstairs to search the rest of the house.
  
  As much as he wanted to check the entire wine cellar for more information, Hunter knew that he may not have a lot of time and it would be better spent investigating the rest of the house. He slowly began climbing the stairs out of the basement, making sure to not make any unnecessary noise. Once he reached the top of the stairs he slowly opened the basement door and peered out into the main hall.
  
  Hunter saw that he had two main options for where to investigate in the house. He saw the slightly open door to Komes' study, where he knew that he would probably keep most of his work items. Hunter also saw the stairs leading up to the bedroom, where he knew from his surveillance efforts that Komes kept his gun and his work clothes. Knowing that he had little time, Hunter had to quickly decide which part of the house to search first. Hunter also knew he could also just leave the house now as the front door was open.
  
  > Hunter should check the study
  Hunter walked into the study, knowing that this was his best chance to find incriminating evidence. Once inside he saw a desktop computer, and he knew that the evidence that he needed likely was stored within that computer. Without the support of the FBI, he knew that he had to find a way to log onto the computer to steal the information. He saw a USB drive in the computer and knew he could transfer the information onto it and quickly exit the house with that key. If
  
  only he had the password to log onto the computer. He knew that Komes kept the password in his black notebook, but had no idea where it was located within the house.
  
  As much as he wanted to check the entire wine cellar for more information, Hunter knew that he may not have a lot of time and it would be better spent investigating the rest of the house. He slowly began climbing the stairs out of the basement, making sure to not make any unnecessary noise. Once he reached the top of the stairs he slowly opened the basement door and peered out into the main hall.
  
  Hunter saw that he had two main options for where to investigate in the house. He saw the slightly open door to Komes' study, where he knew that he would probably keep most of his work items. Hunter also saw the stairs leading up to the bedroom, where he knew from his surveillance efforts that Komes kept his gun and his work clothes. Knowing that he had little time, Hunter had to quickly decide which part of the house to search first. Hunter also knew he could also just leave the house now as the front door was open.
  
  > Hunter should leave the house
  Hunter decided to cut his losses and leave the house early. He knew that he had made some progress, but decided that he would need to return another night to collect more information.
  
  As he walked out the door, a large spotlight began to shine on him. Suddenly, 6 FBI agents were on either side of him with weapons drawn. Hunter knew that he was caught, if only he had some evidence that could keep him out of jail!
  
  Hunter slowly led away and put into an unmarked black car, knowing that he would be convicted of a crime he did not commit.