The location our dear story takes place is at a mall, where a birthday had taken place long, long ago. The birthday was for little Jimmy, a small, innocent little boy. Family, friends, it was a wonderful day...which brings me, your narrator, great pain to describe what happens next. Please, may we please skip the horror of how the day was ruined? Of how his innocence was shattered, his soul ruined, scarred in both body and mind? Oh, okay then. It is many years later, the apocalypse is over. Humanity has reclaimed control of their world. The undead have grown in intellect, to a smaller version of what they once were. Humanity works in small, isolated, self-sufficient communities. All are ready to take out any rotters they find. But the zombies are not planning any big comeback, all that do are no longer protected by their utter stupidity, they are weak and cautious. No longer a horde, easy to kill even for a child. Just aim at the quivering, bleeding man trying to scale the fence, and shoot. Many, many, times.

It was predicted that the undead would bring extinction to humans, but it is now the other way around. But onto Little Jimmy. At the mall, twenty more or so people shuffle around, surviving undead from raids by humans. Jimmy recognizes that some of them are friends, family, even...his mother. Tears mixed with blood quietly drip down his face. But the grown recognize each other as well, after a few hours that is, a few hours of hiding away, checking to see their doors are barricaded. His mother embraces him, saying,"Sweetie, it isn't so bad, we are all together now. And I'll never let you leave my sight again, ...oh, my poor baby!"She brings herself away, and then says,"Hey, wasn't this near the time that- why don't we throw you a party? Give some mood?""...yes, yes mommy.""Wonderful! Ther'll be streamers, and cake, and I bet we could find a ball pit easy! Oh, an-"

The undead shuffle around, banners with tears streamed around the plaza, the grimy windows cleaned a tad, tables dragged from the picnic grounds to the center of the mall. They seem happy, having short chats with each other as they work, having something to do other than hide. But of course, there was the hell of being a undead, the constant hiding, fear, the never ending pain. And of course, constantly being reminded of the monster you have become. Hide as they tried from people, they could not hide from themselves. As the birthday party was set up, our now matured Jimmy felt a great sadness at what has happened, of knowing how people were in such pain, after great, racking sobs, he walked out to his Turnday party.

A short while after the party had started, Jimmy knew what he had to do, to help these pour souls, himself, and his mother. He loved his Mommy more than anything else, anything else in the world. So he knew that he could not leave her in such pain. With a old radio transmitter, Jimmy called to a well known group of people...

As he walked out of the closet, having finished his conversation a short while ago, he saw what had happened. After calling the humans, a small Black Ops team had arrived, the bodies of the undead were lying about the place. He slowly walked up to the table with the cake, machine gun fire distant in the mall, and saw his mother strewn across, hands clutched at something. Prying away the hands, he saw it was a picture of him as a baby...he gave out great, horrible cries, wailing in his sadness, calling out that he was sorry to his mother, to everyone, sorry to god himself. One of the men heard the noise, called out on the team's frequency that he was going to check the plaza, and to send backup. After the callback from his team, the man ran into the plaza.

As the human clamped a gloved hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to the masked face, he saw a look of sadness, regret in the mans eyes. They were the eyes of his father. As the man raised his gun, tears streaming down behind his mask, little Jimmy had these last words to say,"...thank you daddy, thank you."He felt a muzzle press against his skull, closed his eyes, and embraced the true afterlife. Finally free. Finally, he was finally dead.

I think this story is a bit freaky, yes, but I needed to get it out of my mind, so I typed it out. But hey, might be worth shit! So, say you opinion.

Little awkward in wording and story.

But not terrible Mett.

I thought the breaking of the fourth wall was unnecessary. It's sort of like you were trying to mix in Dark Comedy with horror, but poorly.