No country for cold men

You always wished there would be a zombie apocalypse. Living on your own. Gathering your own food, keeping yourself alive. Surviving.

What you never thought of is that those out there were humans like yourself. And for ages you kept wishing they were dead. Although not only dead.
Dead but able to run and kill so you can shred them appart.
So you can destroy them.

Every single time you heard this world would be filled by the living dead whenever Hell was full you felt like it was all bullshit. As there's no Heaven. And there's no Hell.
What's there is an unnatural world where we force ourselves to become machines. Our own slaves.
And we decided to forget who we were and what our natural state was (and still is).
We're not machines. We're hunters and gatherers. We're foragers.
And when the interests of the few make the hoi polloi become a brainless mass, then we, the passive thinkers, begin wishing.
And the crowd becomes our enemy, as we become their main target.

That's why you always wished the apocalypse came. And now it's here.
And now it's your turn.

Time for those whose hearts still pump blood.

Now you move.