The Walking Dead

You begin to dial the phone, but as you do you smell steak or possibly chicken. You peer out of the window a second time. By your bedroom window is the corpse of your neighbour John. His teeth had bitten down on your telephone wire and he had began to cook. He had obviously been a zombie at the time. No dial tone."Damned zombies!" you shout and as soon as you finish your sentence the three zombies that were at your front door previously, burst through into your bedroom with friends. A few bites was all it took, but don't worry you felt tremendous pain before you died.