"They're here. They're come! Run! They're here!" the frantic cries, the screaming.

Gunfire.

Moaning.

Thrashing.

More screaming.

Then an eerie silent. No one knew who, or what, was coming. All they knew was to run. They didn't try and help. Because now, it was every HUMAN for themselves.

That might have been the cause of all the death. Humans didn't work together. They fought wars with each other to control more land. They looted and plundered, taking everything, depleting natural resources and then splurging them later. The zombies on the other hand (if they still had hands) worked side by side, as if they were controlled by a hive mind.

All the dead wanted to do was kill and convert, while humans strived to live.

Then again, do we humans deserve to live?