• Baseball. Oh don’t I love baseball. Well I didn’t actually, before until this American sport, saved my life. When standing in between a garbage can, and a flesh eating mutant, I was really happy to have the sports equipment with me. So I did what all players did, ‘Swing batter batter, swing.’ Nothing had ever been more satisfying then seeing the head of the soulless corpse, fly across the ally, into a brick wall. It was truly a sight for sore eyes. Life was never this good before the apocalypse though.