Keith Tyler, one of the most famous football players, stood outside his house, staring speechlessly at the pile of human waste left right at his doorstep.
The pungent stench made him cringe, and for a moment, he wished he had never come here, wished he had never chosen this country for his vacation. Now, he truly regretted his decision.
If he were in his home country, he would have at least received respect, maybe even extra food, simply because of his name.
But here, in this foreign land, no one knew him. Ironically, that was the very reason he had chosen this place: to be unknown, to live quietly without fame. Who could have thought that an apocalypse would descend while he was here?
Since his brother-in-law said the situation was temporary and the zombies would be dealt with soon, he purchased only two months' worth of supplies.
