Once, there was a zombie with no friends.
He roamed the streets of New York city.
One day he meat a priest.
The little zombie sat in the back of the chapel.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned. Fore I am not a creation of god but them damed from hell.”
“Have you kill?”
“I have not.”
“Have you lied?”
“I have not.”
“Then you have not sinned. You must leave, more humans are coming.”
While walking the streets, the little zombie saw a group of survivors being flown out of the city.
The little zombie was shot from behind by a soldier.
In heaven, he meet the gods.
“Gods, why have I come to heaven? I have been damed.”
“You are not damed my son, you have done no harm to any one in any way.”
And so it was that the little zombie lived a happy life in haven, eating all the forsaken in hell.