It's been _12_ months since Z-day. The infection began when _Nicholas cage_ kissed the diseased Rabbit_ on the _Lips. My name is _Freddy_. Me and Edward current_ have been living in a trian_ for _200 days. One day a zombie horde broke in the back door where I keep my _modal cars_s. I butured them with my trusty _race car_ until I slipped and hit _Edward current_ on the _back. In my shock a zombie bit my _leg_ off. I remain in the _trian, devouring the living. It turns out the cure was an injection of coke. But it was TOO LATE!