Upon his realization that a zombie apocalypse had occurred, Jimmy immediately looted the deserted gas station. He made away with a lot of chips, dip, beef jerky, sandwiches, beer and an entire thing of coffee (pot included). The only thing he forgot in his haste was gasoline.

Now it may come as a shock to those of you reading this account 500 years in the future, but cars require gas.

Without gas Jimmy's beaten up pick-up truck puttered out in front of a mall parking lot. Closer to the side, to be exact. The side where a traveling circus had set up shop in the grass.

Furthermore, anyone who's ever eaten as much gas station food as Jimmy had on the way down the road would know that the bathroom savant really had to go.

It was a stuffy room to do your business in, as most porta-potties are. It smelled as if the day was coming to an end and clean up had missed their chance to change out the toilet. Probably due to the apocalypse.

Things were going well. Well, about as well as these things can go. He held a double barrel shotgun pulled from behind the counter at the gas station with both hands. His hands were not quite shaking, because they were moving full inches this way and that. Sweat was building up to make the small blue room even more uncomfortable.

Something bumped the porta-potty. Jimmy's hands froze rock steady and the sweat dried up immediately from the heat of his heart rate. Two barrels pointed at the wall that had made the sound, but when the next bump came it tipped the whole potty sideways.

Both shells fired into the floor.

The door flung open.

Jimmy cracked the side of the porta potty as they both slammed into the ground.

Shit flew.

Outside the culprit honked the horn of their spotted multi-color clown car. A clown with one tuft of red hair, and a hatchet just barely in his skull was leaning out of the small window. The fresh undead laughed maniacally as it sped off into the circus of the damned.

Jimmy rolled out of the bathroom covered in shit as a crowd of predatory eyes took notice of the noise from a discharged shotgun.