"Well, it's another day" thought Craig as he started his day at the store he worked. He HAD to take this job to support himself cause some husky talking about horror movie's wasn't a real job, apart from doing video's on the internet but he didn't know how to do that. He was grateful for the few friend's he had there, but with the loooong hours, obnoxious/annoying/rude customer's, and an overbearing boss, he really wished he could do something more exciting like, take on monster's.

Then, he got his wish and dream. Someone came in smelling like he rolled in crap that merged with a mouldy couch, but he looked more...dead. And he began eating the nearest patron. And then, more came in like it was the lunch crowd rush. Craig saw someone use a crowbar on one of the dead and instantly went to help defend someone else with a bat from their old summer display. And with that first hit, he felt so F@{#ING alive!

He took his work tie off and placed it on his head like an action star bandana, got on top of his register, and yelled at those who could hear to get out of the store while he took care of the pest's. And with the yelling, the dead began swarming Craig and with every verbal assault, began the actually assault, and he loved every second of it. Within ten minutes, he and a few other's managed to clear out the store of the dead and secured it for other's to either wait for help or escape to safety.

Some would say some beast's were born in the wrong century and Craig is one of those, beyond happy taking on the monster's. And while he lost most of his friend's and family during the first week of the dead walking, he gained new friend's and a new family. And he officially quit his old life and started shift on his new one."