What time was it again? John looked at the watch that was practically embedded in his wrist. Oddly, the symbols were foreign and to be frank, somewhat funny to John. He suppressed the urge to laugh at the symbols, instead frowning at the fact that he couldn't read the time. He swore that he could read the face of his watch yesterday, so why was today any different? Had his watch been tampered with? He sighed and attempted to remove the watch from his wrist, although to John this task seemed very difficult. His slimy fingers fiddled with the watch to no avail. John was becoming very frustrated at this point, so he decided to take a walk and cool down.
As John was exiting his house, he remembered something. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened, but he did remember that the news channel said something about an "apocalypse" yesterday. Maybe that's why there were green people on the sidewalk back there, although John assumed that had to do with something else. As he walked, he often came across people he knew. When he tried to say hi to them, they would respond in a guttural growl. Even John's co-workers seemed to do this to him. Whatever was going on, John didn't like it.
He eventually came across a group of people that weren't green, and actually knew how to talk. They seemed to edge away from him, and were hesitant about communicating. They all were pointing metallic objects at him, and they threatened John every time he took a step closer.
One of them finally spoke up.
"You know," the man said, "he might just be friendly."
This excited John, and he went in for a hug. Only John didn't hug the man. John instead plunged his hand into the man's chest and began ripping it apart. Chunks of flesh and shiny red blood were spilling all over the place, which got John's clothes dirtier than they already were. John proceeded to do this to the rest of the people that were too petrified to run anywhere. John enjoyed this feeling, and he wanted to feel it again. He got up and proceeded to shamble down the street, gutturally groaning in happiness at what he had just done.