Survival of Zombieland

I'm in my cellar..huddled against the cold cement wall, curled up in my fluffy, red blanket. I hear slow footsteps over me. Almost groggy sounding..I know they're getting closer and closer to finding me. Everyone but me was taken, but there still here. Oh...they're growling. That means they know I'm here. I grab my shovel and start hollowing out a tunnel. I'm about 3 feet in by now. I see light shining from the end..I see bright colors. Very rare from the dreary clouds that have covered the surface of my home. I climb into the light. It was a trap. They shined light where they knew I'd be. I thought I'd be the one to save mankind. I was not. They made it as slow and painful as possible because I was the last feast they would have for many, many years. I failed the human race..They won the war.