The Beginning of the End of the Beginning (Working Title): Volume One

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm here for a quick review!!

First Impression: Well this was quite hilarious and I love the concept behind it. I think you do a really good job of bringing this rather crazy seeming future apocalypse thing to life and that ending of yours certainly took me by surprise in how much good advice was in it. So that was a pleasant surprise at the end of a pretty silly story up to that point.

Anyway let's get right to it,

The one hundredth meeting of the Human Alliance of Science and Belief against Evil and the Events of Nine o three (Or, the Has Been Society) is called on a cruddy morning during the Zombie Apocalypse.

There are five parties. Three of them are the Governors, the Dual Paths, and the Rich Republic.

But no one cares about them. Because this meeting isn’t for them. Today, all eyes are on the Optimists and the Logisticians, who sit on opposite sides of the room.

Each of the two parties has forty people, and all eighty of them are glaring daggers at one another. In between them is President Barty, who doesn’t have much of a say, and is really there to keep everyone from murdering each other.

He clears his throat, and rises from his seat, which was scavenged from an abandoned Walmart, and addresses each of the parties.

“This meeting was called to continue the discussion on the moral debate of killing Zombies-“

Bob, who was formerly a builder, rises, “We need time to study them, to understand how they became that way, and how to save them.” He says, “They were our friends, our family,” The Optimists nod, along with a few of the Dual Paths. But Barty frowns.

“Yeah, we’re just going around in circles now!” Says Penelope, a Governor, “We need to get to work on rebuilding our government.”

“And the Economy.” Adds an unimportant Rich Republic man.

“Logisticians, anything to add?” Asks Barty.

A man in a tatter Tux rises to the stand. His name is Trevor, a former Congressman, before the United States exploded.

“And let me guess, what we need to do is eradicate all infected people, including children, am I correct?” Called Nancy True, a former Hair Stylist who lost her job to Robots.

Trevor glared down at her from the stand, “We need to at least quarantine them, we can’t let them infect-“

His words were drowned out by an array of protests.

“We can’t cage human beings!”

“We’re people, not animals!”

“What gives you the right-?”

But before Barty could step in to calm everyone down, someone screamed.

And then suddenly, the Optimists were pushing to get out of their seats, and away from something.

Guns were drawn. People ran over to the commotion, and on the ground were three people.

Mrs. Jewel was dead, Jimmy Jones was clambering over to them, clutching his right arm, bleeding Green, and blinking. Beside Mrs. Jewel, Mr. Jewels eyes were glowing Red.

With a bang loud enough to wake the undead, the Zombie fell to the ground beside his wife.

And then with one more, so was Mr. Jones.

According to certain people, that is.

But smart people, who look at this incident in an unbiased manner, know that the real tragedy was that no one tried to understand each other. Rather, they fought, and fought. And that what was really eating them away was not the zombies, but one another.

Hello there Horisun! I wanted to give a positive review on this piece. I hope you enjoy it.

Now first, this is pretty interesting for a story that includes zombies and a dystopian world. I don't see many interesting worlds very often.

Here's some more stuff i like.

- I like the genre-bending of two totally genres.
- The beginning hooked me to read more of the story.
- it has some great worldbuilding.

And...

- it's a very interesting story!
Overall, this story is cool and i can't wait to see more!

Sincerely, Purple67