Nameless and Brainless

The night I set fire to Mr. Wallace’s barn, there was no moon at all…

I was hoping to bring out the Zombie who had been chasing me. Then I could lure it into the deep hole I had dug to catch it.

There was a grocery store between me and the hole. The store was crawling with zombies, having fed on the survivors who had unwisely camped there. Hidden behind debris, I held my Molotov cocktail, waiting. When one zombie emerged, I threw the cocktail as hard as I could.

The zombie dodged and began running at me. I belly bounced the zombie into the hole. I began twerking and dancing. The zombie bites my butt. I begin to make out with the zombie. A few years later, we get married. We have kids together.

It was happy for a few years, but the cracks started showing after a decade of marriage. Firstly, brains for every meal gets old quick. Next, a zombie can’t do much in the way of paying work. We were broke. Then the kids kept getting in trouble for biting other schoolchildren.