THE GREAT ZOMBIE ADVENTURE

You dive into the frigid waters of the English Channel and, panting, start to swim east towards Germany, heading your mother’s final words. You try to focus on your swimming and prevent yourself from getting too tired.

You swim for hours, never once stopping for fear of the zombiefied whales of yore, which were rumored to eat young ocean-swimmers.

As you swim near the coastlines, you notice the destruction, but do not linger for long. The Netherlands, for example, are on fire. You can hear the screams from way out in the water. You continue swimming.

Some time after the fire pits of doom that is the Netherlands, you are chased by a huge shark and several electric eels.