zombopocalypse

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Last night, I dreamed of persuading the neighbors how valuable The Fella and I will be in the coming zombie apocalypse: him for his imposing strength, his first-class brain, his stalwart defense of those near to him, and his legendary knowledge of zombie arcana, and me for my smarts, my foresight, and my unmatched ruthlessness.
Previous entries about zombies, brain-eating, cannibalism, or monstrous beasts (hey, one of ’em is me!) arising from the grave/slumber/oneself are here, here, and here. A few more here, here, here, and here. Also here and here.
Hey, why are you inching away?
I am participating in NaBloPoMo.

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