Footsteps of the Undead

The video camera clicked on and began to record, safely resting on a tripod in a large entertainment room of the Messiah Penthouse in Las Vegas, Nevada. A tall blonde woman sat in front of the camera and began to give a somber speech as the afternoon sunshine beamed through large bulletproof glass windows of the penthouse. “Hello, my name is Candice Reynolds, and this is my last video entry. My working name is Candy, and I’m a hooker—well, I used to be until the shit broke loose. I took a trick two weeks ago with this washed-up actor. Everything was very discreet and kept on the down low. I guess the guy didn’t want the tabloids getting a sniff of his fetishes. This trick wanted to dress up like a baby and have me spank him while I fed him milk with a bottle. I figured, ‘Hey, if he is willing to pay one thousand dollars, then I’m up for anything.’ It was the following morning when the shit started to go down. The first thing we saw came across on the news. People started to go insane and attack one another—not just attack, but kill and eat. The news reported acts of cannibalism across the city and suggested people remain behind locked doors. Supposedly, military assistance was on the way. It’s been two weeks now, and we are still waiting on that …” said Candice as she sank back on a black leather sectional and slowly lit a menthol cigarette. She looked at the pack and noticed she had only five smokes left.