The blank-eyed swarms of animated corpses who wanted to gnaw on your flesh were the obvious choice. The reality, though, wasn’t so simple. I learned that particular lesson less than a week after the outbreak started, and it was like getting hit in the head. In this case, literally. I was a graduate student at Kentucky State University, studying for my degree in Library Science. I wasn’t a tough girl. In fact, I was a real Susie Sunshine. Life was wonderful, the future was bright, and there was never anything with fangs under the bed. I lived in a small, wood-frame house off campus with my older brother, Matt, who managed a wholesale buying club off I-64. At first, he didn’t like having his little sister underfoot, but I was quiet by nature, and between classes and working part-time in the University library, he barely knew I was there. Shortly after the “riots” were reported in Cincinnati, we knew something terrible was happening.
