It's the most horrible time of the year.

It's winter. That jovial time in the calendar year when you celebrate Thanksgiving and (insert religious holiday here) because some old dead guy decided that to keep up the spirits of human beings in the winter you must spend lots of time with those awful people you call family. And of course there must be food involved in such celebrations because there's no way anyone would want to spend generous amounts of time with their family without generous amounts of food to make up for it.  

As if you weren't stuffed enough at Thanksgiving before the four pies were uncovered, somewhere along the way someone decided that the real dessert would come at midnight (00:00 O'clock) on what we now call Black Friday. Clearly unsatisfied with the copious amount of food that you will be digesting for days, you now seek satisfaction in spending copious amounts of money on gifts to give to those awful family folks at (insert religious holiday here) and, of course, for yourself. 

Then comes December with cookies, eggnog, ham, more house decorations, more specials on TV, more important movie releases, more money to spend, more people to smile at, more crap (I mean very, very thoughtful gifts) to find space for, more, MORE, MORE. 

After (insert religious holiday here) there's just enough time to rest, throw out the (insert religious holiday here) tree, sell your gifts (for beer money), and spend hours on the treadmill so you can fit into our brand new outfit (the one you bought on Black Friday) for the all important New Years Eve party where you plan to drink heavily and cheers to another year well spent. You will party like there's no tomorrow. 

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Happy New Year!

... you thought your friend Kiki was just making out with that guy over there, but now she's screaming and there's blood dripping from her chin. The guy is literally eating her face. He turns around and glares at you as you recognize what's happened. Someone let a zombie into this party, and no there IS no tomorrow. Not like the one you expected. 

"No matter", you begin to think calmly while everyone else at the party attempts to escape the rapidly multiplying horde of zombies. You know what lies ahead of you. An eternity of endless consumption awaits. "I can do this. I have always done this." 

You've been a zombie your entire life. Why fight it now?