Commas Can’t Stop Zombies, but They Can Stop a Run-On

I cannot even remember how many days have passed, or has it been weeks? December 21 2013, started it all, started the outbreak. Where was it? Was it that high school in Ames Iowa, that saw the first bite? I decided there was no time to waste because I knew their labored steps were not far behind me. Zombies, hundreds of them, were chasing me. I am not talking about those zombies you see in movies. No, these zombies did not just moan and shuffle. These zombies ran fast and silently. There was an angry, tired, hungry look that came from their eyes. I wish I had prepared for this apocalypse but I guess it is just too late for that. My brother warned me this would happen tried to help me prepare and attempted to save my life twice more since the outbreak occurred.

I can still remember the last thing he said to me: Joseph zombies do not care where you have been, how tired you are, or who you once were. You are not their son husband or friend—just the next meal.

He told me where he would be hiding if, no, when, I realized the gravity of the situation. I turned the corner and kept running. I knew I just needed to rest somewhere safe. That fancy restaurant the Juniper Bistro looked like a good place to gather my thoughts and read my map. Hopefully I would be able to find a route to Lake Worth, Florida. Opening the door I launched myself into the darkness of the once swank, warm bistro. The damp floor continued to gather more water that dripped from the ceiling. Something moved near the bar stools. Slow heavy breathing filled the air around me. I knew I was not alone.