He sat on the roof of an old, abandoned shipping truck, thinking. With all of the weird sh*t that's been going on recently, he knows he needs some time to just sit and think. Angels? Psychics? That undid what he believed his whole life. As he sat, a zombie noticed him. As per usual, it groaned, and then other zombies came. And then more and more zombies came, until there were hundreds. "Oh...sh*t." He said, pulling himself out of his head.