On Sunday, you die.

Sort of.

It's the zombie apocalypse and you get bitten (stupidly). You see yourself leave your body and realize you're a ghost.

Cool.

You look beside you and realize your body has been zombified.

You panic, because you are now watching as your body is walking away from you and trying to eat one of the neighborhood dogs. (You are a dog person after all)

You are now trying to frantically get back into your body as you keep your zombie-self from mutilation or other bodily harm

You (a.k.a Jake)

Your Zombie Body

The Reason For All Your Problems