The end of the world stinks. When the dead are walking around in the hot Georgia sun with their guts trailing behind them, it's not a good smell. When you've got to stand guard by an overflowing dumpster and trash compactor and the front of your apartment complex, it doesn't help the situation.
"What are we going to do with all this trash?" my wife, Karen, asked with her hands on her hips. "It's not like they'll be collecting it with all the dead around."
"We could burn it?" Larry, the former SWAT Cop suggested.
"If we burn it," I replied. "We'll just attract the dead."
"Yeah, but if we pile it up and leave it out we'll attract rats and other vermin."
"Yes," Larry said with a gleam in his eye. "And those vermin will be good eating!"
"Dude," I said shaking my head.
"That's just gross," Karen said turning away in disgust.
"Bon Appetit!"
