Don’t Eat Raw Meat

He always seemed to be hungry. No three course meals or store bought snacks could make Ruben feel full. The emptiness in his stomach could be borderline painful.

When the dead started rising and eating the living, Ruben didn't really care. He just wanted to eat.

After hiding alone inside his apartment for two weeks, there was no more food. He grabbed his largest kitchen knife and went outside.

His plan was to go to the nearest grocery, take us much as he could then return home. But the store was empty. So was the next store he tried, and the one after that.

After running all day and avoiding zombie attacks, the hunger pain became too much. He slumped into an alley, ready to be torn apart and devoured.

Ruben then noticed the body next to him, previously hidden by the way it's burnt flesh blended into the shadows.

It was someone recently killed, their skin smelling similar to cooking burgers on a charcoal grill. The comparison made his stomach growl.

He looked at knife in his hand then back at the corpse. Ruben shrugged, and crawled towards it. After all, everyone else was doing it.