Fucking zombie, fuck you!

In the early days of the plague,

governments of the world struggled to come to terms with this mysterious threat.

The world shook its' collective head in bewilderment

as those affected by the disease did not attack the living,

but instead would just wander off,

paying no mind to the brains and entrails of the healthy humans nearby.

On a quiet stretch of country road,

we find one of these meandering rejects shuffling along

and like the rest of his kind,

Karl is is completely, utterly, without hope.

Even though things didn't work out for Karl,

some would say that its' better to have loved and lost,

then to not have loved at all.

Based on that criteria,

Karl's a winner,

and from here on out, or at least until he gets a screwdriver jammed in his head

or catches a bullet with his brain like Hope,

he will continue to win,

being the zombie he was always meant to become.

Passionate...

Hungry...

Tenacious...

All for love...

Ain't death a bitch...

Thanks, man.