Stupidly, everyone’s been obsessed with a zombie apocalypse. But danger doesn’t always come from within.
That morning, when the alarm blared, I heard the heater kick on. What the heck? I thought. It was July, for chrissakes.
I fumbled for the TV remote in the darkness. The screen lit up with time-lapse footage from NASA, showing an alien filament surrounding the sun. Then the sun disappeared, towed quickly away from the planets which had once orbited it.
Someone had stolen our star.
“—ending life as we know it,” said the newsman.
I didn’t need him to tell me that.
Author’s Note: My husband loves all things zombies and will watch any movie/TV show with a zombie apocalypse. I am not such a fan. Come on, there must be more than one way the world could end, right?
Well at least the Moon was not taken away–I would have had nothing to howl at
Ha ha.
That’s in the sequel.
Lol, this is funny, Alison!
Thanks!