Geoffrey groaned as the man he’d been following put a gun to his head and splattered his brains all over the room. He’d never been the most popular person, but ever since this zombie apocalypse started it seemed like everyone was going to ridiculous lengths to avoid talking to him.

                                 

I’ve often wondered what it would be like to be a zombie. Maybe they aren’t so bad, maybe they just want a chat and a hug but they get carried away (I know I’d need a hug if my face started rotting off).

One to go…

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