Game: The Last One

It all started when Allie, stricken as she was with glowing eyes that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame and arms that looked infected well past the point of hope, asked me for help with offing a nearby chap who had a mild case of zombie-itis. Apparently no one thought to tell the poor dear that she didn't look so hot herself. And so began my adventures in yet another social zombie game, which I spent almost every moment of expecting Allie and her green limbs to turn on me.