Another Zombie Title (Rated X For X-TREME! It's Kinda profanic so MA15+?)

Eh, will have different short stories in different styles that eventually somehow connect together. Just writing this as I go. Improvisation can be funny.
Zombies, cursing, blood, violence improvised weapons and explosions. It's just missing that certain sex scene which makes a typical horror film, so it's gotta be good for being different.
Enjoy.

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Welcome to my world. Nothing's really different, the world spins, money is everything, we still rely on wheels. I guess this really is your world. Oh, but I did forget one thing, The world is finally coming to an end. Yay!

Chapter Alan.
"Alan, hey Alan. Wake up dear." A familiar voice and face, my wife. The most beautiful person in the world. I'm not saying this because I married her, but because that's who she was. Some how I managed to marry a top model.
"Morning, love. It's a beautiful day today isn't it, almost as beautiful as you" I joked while trying to cover my naked self with the sheets.

(note: oh wait, I guess that counts as that sex scene)​

"Oh you're so cheeky!" Whenever she says this, I hate it. It's always that line before her face melts off like some sort of acid and deforms into some terrible monster. And here it comes, that sizzle sound as her beauty melts away, holes in our new floor as the acid burns through and finally the part when she eats my head off... literally.

Luckily when that happens I always wake up to face the reality of normal things. Unluckily however, normal in my life was being lonely and living life with my dead end job at a restaurant. Kind of pathetic really, I wonder how long I can last before I kill myself.

Like any other day, I wake up in the afternoon, turn on my laptop and see if any of my online friends are well... online. Sunday, 2:38PM, I thought. I'm sure JaZ_3288 is on playing some sort of MMO, but I cou;dn't even log on. Shit, the internet is down. Damn company disrupting our important meetings. I looked around, and everything plugged in the wall was off. Fuck my life, I had some left over Chinese from 4 days ago that may have been good still in the fridge. I'd call up the pizza guy for some food, but I don't even have a phone, since no one rings me.

I needed to go outside for something to eat which meant I needed my keys which also meant looking through the pig sty I've left in my studio. Fuck it, I'll just use the vending machine downstairs in the lobby again. I pat down my pockets checking for change. That satisfying clinking sound, I've always got it in my pockets, I feel naked without it.

Outside my studio, the lights were off, but there was enough sunlight through the windows to see where I was going. I didn't dare use the elevator, even though it seemed to be working when I pressed the button (force of habit to press things as I walk by) so down the stairs I went. I don't know why they bothered having an elevator in this building, there's only 2 floors and it's not very wheel chair friendly either, we don't even have disabled parking outside. Finally reaching the lobby floor, I noticed the door was all locked up. Heavy chains around the handles and a heavy pad lock locking it up. It didn't really cross my mind as to why it was chained up like that but I did feel like a trapped animal, I wanted to go outside even though I never go outside (except for work). Oh well, I thought. I went to the vending machine, eventually but saw nothing inside. It was actually broken and the food inside was stolen. Today was probably the day I would kill myself...

Wanting to go back to sleep now, I turned around to head back into my studio and saw the janitor. I wanted to say something about the electricity and vending machine (oddly, nothing about the door) but instead tried to make my way around him. That is before he lunged at me and threw me against the wall. I was never really a man of violence so I slapped him across the face. Boy did I feel sick afterwards as one of his eyes just popped out. An eye dangling off some fleshy veiny nerve thing from guys face, I immediately apologised and for some reason kicked him off me (out of disgust I assuming) to send him flying off me, and that's when a cue stick exploded out of his head. Brains, blood, bits of skull flew at my face and he dropped to the floor. Standing above him was a person wearing a gas mask. Like most people would in a situation like this, I turned and ran. I didn't get too far because as soon as I turned around, I ran into a a giant steel fist which knocked me out cold (hey, it was flying at me!). It probably should have hurt, but I didn't feel a thing... Also I'm still unconscious as I'm telling you this story.