The zombie apocalypse hit the United Kingdom hard. It began in a small, isolated incident in rural Cornwall, before spreading voraciously through the country. Shit hit the fan when it reached the major cities.
I approached the apocalypse with optimism. You have to make the best of a bad situation as far as I'm concerned. While everything else is going to pot, I make the most of it.
So that's why I'm here, in West Norwood Cemetery, knee deep in a grave, and nuts deep in a zombie. Oh don't worry, I've taken precautions...I tied it up before I started.