Zombie's hurdles

One day, when I was walking home from coding class....a zombie stopped me and asked me for directions. He was trying to get to

the department store attached to the mall. Apparently, there is a big sale and he was meeting someone at a buffet. He apologized for bothering me and explained he had developed a poor sense of direction after his brain was eaten by some other zombie. I explained

that I was a zombie too and my job (I was hired) was to H.O.Z (help other zombies) so I HAD to help him to get money

it was a little difficult though, he was always losing his head. I finally got him a job, driving other zombies to the road restaurants, he was so close to getting fired, being one of the oldest zombies, the so called primordials, didn't make him an easy task

It was really depressing. You work, work, work, your whole life. Then you don't even get to enjoy retirement for very long before you get zombified. Then as a zombie, you need a job? I thought being a zombie was a job. Shambling, lurching, moaning... those are your only skills.

I found myself sitting across from an undead CPA. “I don’t like the look of this,” she said, scanning my 401k. We each moaned. “Reckon you’ll be working another 20 years. Have any skills?” My jaw dropped. The CPA facepalmed and her nose fell off. Guess living’s the easy part.