The zombie apocalypse would fall directly on Halloween.

Tim didn’t know that someone would deliberately plan it like that, but he wasn’t really in the mood. It being the 30th already, there wasn’t much time for him to call someone in to handle this mess. But all the signs were there.

Not certain what to do, he tried to call his father. The phone rang eight times before moving on to his father’s prerecorded message.

“You have reached Martin Carrington’s phone. Sorry, but I’m unavailable right now. If you leave a message, I’ll get back to you when I can. If that’s you Timmy, please stop calling at strange hours.”

Beep.