Apocalypse Calling
Language: en
Zombie apocalypse hit without warning. My new husband was killed before my eyes, his blood on my face as he gave me time to flee. I ran, gasping, until I found shelter in an abandoned high-rise, barely alive. Next day, my parents called. My mom was in hospital with a heart attack, they said, demanding I go care for her. Panicking, I yelled that the world was ending, streets swarmed with undead, begging them to hide. They scolded me: "Your own mother’s in hospital, and you don’t care! That’s a lie even a kid wouldn’t believe!" "What zombie apocalypse? You watch too much sci-fi!" Cold dread…