This one time I had survived for a very long time, but then the inevitable day came and I got bitten, so I ran straight back home, drank the whiskey I had, took of all of my clothes, (kind of looked like Hiesenberg in his white panties) then I took my shotgun, and cracked all the zombies that came to my house and smoked a cigarette until I drank bleach and went on from this world to another. I died on a fine day in April, it could not have been a better death.