In any city, in any state, in the USA, because it’s impossible for me to write for foreign countries at the moment, you will find Benjamin Reynolds. But you’ll have to look really hard, he melds into the background, like Waldo.

Benjamin isn’t an extraordinary man, he doesn’t have super powers, he isn’t rich, and he most certainly can’t tell you how many wallabies you can fit on a Tokyo subway car.

Benjamin has a well paying job, he worked fixing computers at a local company, if you asked him for the name you would get five different answers in between a Lord of the Rings movie’s length of stuttering.

It earns him enough to afford himself a small, two-story house with two bedrooms, although he lives alone and rarely expects company you can never be too sure, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

Benjamin is a nervous man, some, those responsible refuse to be named, say that it is, plain and simple, a miracle that Benjamin isn’t locked up in the loony bin, or that he even has the courage to leave his house.

But the point of this isn’t to tell you of how weak dear old Benny is, or annoying, or whiny, or- you know what? This could go on forever, so I’m just going to move on.

The point is, if you were to go up to Benjamin, to ask him a very important, to this story at least, question, that question being, “How useful would you be in the zombie apocalypse?” He would first:

Scoff at you and look like he might chuckle but then decide against it because you believe in the zombie apocalypse. Following that, he would:

Answer that, no, he would not be any good. How good would a thirty-something computer programmer who can barely look at his own shadow without screaming like a girl be in the zombie apocalypse.

No, Benjamin would assure you that he wouldn’t last a day, if that, during the zombie apocalypse.

Not much of an optimist is he, our little Benny?

But, all thoughts of the undead aside, Benjamin thought that his life was going quite well.

So what if he didn’t have any friends? Or if he never spoke to his family? So what if he never had a girlfriend? Or probably wouldn’t get married in the foreseeable future?

All that mattered to Benjamin was that he got through the day, and that no one bothered him.

Unfortunately for him, that would all change at precisely seven fifteen AM, Tuesday morning.