It was a misty Saturday's night when they came. They came by the handfuls, from the mountains, the lakes, even the skies. The mutants- because what else would they be?- went on a rampage. They destroyed anything and everything they could get their hands on. They killed all human life, baby, dog, cat, it did not matter to them. Nobody was to survive. The human race was going to end." Not if i have anything to say! " yelled Taffy, the one in a small handful of survivors. She pulled out her knife and slit the throat of the zombie behind her and flipped over it, watching out for its blood. With just one touch of it on bare skin would kill ...