[h1][center][i][b][color=f26522]FELIX STANDFIELD[/color][/b][/i][/center][/h1][hr]
	[color=f26522]“Here’s your mail, ma’am.”[/color]

	With a polite nod, Felix received the payment for the delivery and walked back to his motorbike. Two-hundred and thirty-seven deliveries today. Not bad, though he probably could have done better if he hadn’t skipped lunch for a break in the arcade. Not to mention being hounded by police for speeding delayed him for a few seconds, though admittedly it was fun.

	This being the last delivery for the day, Felix decided to retire to a nearby Starbucks for coffee, and of course, to leech off their WiFi. What else did people go to the café for, anyway? It certainly wasn’t their food, overpriced as it was. Though he did like their desserts. Maybe he should try working in one sometime, since working in delivery service had a lot more free time than he thought, even when he was working overtime.

	As he sat down and waited for his order, Felix looked out the windows. People milling about, going through the tedium of daily life. It was so [i]boring[/i] to watch. There was nothing wrong with normal, mind you, but he couldn’t find someone who enjoyed “normal” for what it was. It was always just something they [i]had[/i] to do, a chore that they must drag themselves through first before they arrived at a “special” place. It was why he disdained people who took martial arts, workshops, and auditions, and treated that as if it were the only thing that mattered, the only thing they had to hold important. Felix snorted. This world was all in his head, which meant that everything was important. He knew for a fact that if ever this normal life was taken from them, they would love nothing more than to return to it.

	And that was when it happened. The first thing he heard was a scream, and then the sound of several cars colliding with each other. Felix turned, and was met with the sight of “normal” being clubbed to death.

	Several cars had collided with each other, with people in between them. People close to the accident scrambled away in panic, while bystanders approached, morbidly curious and worried at the same time.

	He narrowed his eyes. Unaffected by the chaos, Felix looked beyond it, behind the windows of one of the cars. Unnoticed by the crowd, one of drivers was still alive. His head was bleeding, and his eyes were glazed over. If he had not been moving, Felix might have mistaken him for dead.

	Also, he was currently biting the face off of the man seated next to him.

	A concerned man rushed to the car, unable to see the gore occurring from the angle she was from, and Felix swore as he opened the door.

	Jumping out of his seat, he rushed towards the man as fast as he could, and only got there in the nick of time. The cannibal–

	[color=f26522][i]”No,[/i] zombie[i],”[/i][/color] he thought. Up close, Felix realized that he wasn’t wrong. The man in the car [i]was[/i] dead. His breathing was off, his skin was pale gray from blood loss, and his guts were spilling from a large gash on his stomach. 

	Chambering a kick to the back of its head, the [i]things[/i] eyes popped out of their sockets, and it fell to the ground twitching.
More screaming came from behind him, and suddenly, the crowd of bystanders behind him were quickly becoming a buffet. People were being bitten everywhere, and those that were not pinned down ran for their lives. Felix quickly did the math, and sighed. By tomorrow, the whole city would be infected, and in a month, half the country. This was the beginning of a B-rated horror movie.

	Walking away from the chaos, Felix contemplated the apocalypse to come. He grinned. It seemed that “normal” was to die a very hard death indeed. Going inside a nearby DiY shop, he picked up the most worthy crowbar he could find, and despite the cashier being gone, dropped the payment on the register. 

	Soon enough, the money wouldn’t be important anyway.

	Hopping on his motor, Felix sped away. Once he got home, he would pack his things and go exploring for a bit. How far would humanity go to preserve itself? 

	He wondered.