When the outbreak occured, Bob was eating a burrito on a street corner. Just when he thought he he was done eating, a unicycle came up behind him. It couldn't stop. It crashed through the crowds and killed at least 1,000 people. Bob was like "WTF!?!", as he was pinned under the unicycle. Then, as if in a dream, a random person of no real importance came out of nowhere... but it wasn't itself, it was quite obvious that it had been turned into a Zombie. Blood ran down its face, drenching it. Before Bob could react, not that he could do much, being pinned under the unicycle, a random person of no real importance sunk its teeth into his arm. He had put up a a random person of no real importance poster in his room when he was 14, and thought that at least it was it biting him... 'Better it than a fat old man' he thought. Clutching his most prized possession, the orange crayon his wife gave him as a substitute for a wedding ring, he slowly passed into Zombification.