Paul’s car stereo was filled with strange, chaotic news reports. Feeling nervous enough already, he switched it off and chanted the marketing slogan he’d been using to calm himself.
“Thousands of people do it every day,” he repeated, inhaling slowly.
When he arrived at the medical center, his nurse was patient and professional. Paul swallowed the Valium she offered and tried not to squirm while she administered the numbing eye drops.
His nervousness melted into a fuzzy glow as the Valium quickly took effect on his empty stomach, and by the time he was led into surgery he felt giddy.
Paul’s eye doctor had a comforting voice. He secured Paul’s head and draped something over his right eye, then spread the left one open with an eyelid speculum. Paul felt almost nothing.
Very soon, his world blurred as the surgical micro-blade sliced into his cornea and the doctor peeled back the resulting flap, in preparation for the laser.
From somewhere nearby came a scream. The doctor grumbled and stepped away.
“She should’ve taken the Valium,” Paul chuckled.
He’d always had a morbid sense of humor. As he waited, he recalled those strange news reports and chuckled again.
*Everyone wonders what they’d do after a zombie apocalypse,* he thought, *but they don’t always consider where they might be when it first goes down.
* Imagine being in the middle of giving birth, or even…
“Welcome back, Doc,” he chortled drunkenly as the blurry shadow returned. But his giddiness evaporated when a hot, foul breath enveloped his face.
Unable to escape or even blink, Paul could only squirm as the looming figure began drooling into his eye.