Aris scrolled to the most recent addition.
Aris’s finger traced the screen. The Walkers were the baseline, the rotting hordes that filled the highways and suburban lawns. They were the index against which all other horrors were measured. But the Index had grown fat with new entries. index of zombie
He looked up at the wall of the bunker. Stained there, in a survivor’s shaky handwriting, was a quote from the old world: “That which can be measured can be managed.” Aris wasn’t sure anymore. He was beginning to suspect that the Zombie Index’s final entry would be a single, damning line: Category: Extinction. Subclass: Human. Cause: Successful cataloging of one’s own destruction. Aris scrolled to the most recent addition
But the most terrifying entry was not a zombie type. It was a statistical probability. They were the index against which all other