When you think of the word ‘Zombie’ you imagine green-skinned undead monsters that somehow grumble and moan “brains” under their breath, right? Well, I'm sorry to break it to you but that is such an inaccurate description it makes me want to scoop out my eyeballs with a spoon and eat them for breakfast. Why? Because ‘Zombies’ are truly lightly paled flesh-eating humans that are dead, who would enjoy a plate of your guts and all at their “super wholesome family dinner”. I’m sure you have questions like, how do I know this, or why am I so positive in my answer? Probably since almost half of the entire world is in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. And as of right now, I’m running faster than a cheeta trying to get as far as humanly possible in an effort of getting away from a zombie who thinks it’s having a gourmet lunch today. Which, for your information, is not going to receive what it wants. Anyways,  I think I had been 14 going on 15 when I first saw an undead being. It happened in 2019, a long time ago… although sometimes it doesn’t seem that long to me. Especially on the nights I wake up from dreams where my family gets ripped apart into several pieces. Not that I care, I think. No, not“ I think” I know. - Ivory Banks, Age 20