Good tale!
This tale made me think that if there WERE an apocalypse, zombie or otherwise, that the people who survived for any length of time would probably all be selfish bastards. Because, really, anyone who was selfless or heroic would've been killed before that point. That seemed to fit this story very well. And if these are the only people left on earth, well I'm not sure it's a bad thing that they won't last much longer.
The 2nd person at the beginning grated a little bit. At least there was a specific recipient to the monologue, much better than just throwing the 2nd person out there with nothing. But it still explained a lot of stuff the supposed listener was already supposed to know. But still, very very good, and being in that man's POV makes me want to take a shower to wash off the filth. He doesn't even seem to realize the irony of the end that he meets after the beginning of the story.
Most memorable of all to me, though, is the damned baker, ranting and raving about how "zombie" is an offensive word. It was entirely too believable that, when under siege by flesh eating foes, with limited supplies and no place to run, and any hope of long-term survival depends upon cooperation, there would be one person in the group who, instead of fighting for survival, will piss and moan about what the politically correct term to call your enemies is. Priceless.