A plethora of moans fill the musty air.
Adrenaline courses through my frail frame
The monotonous moans sound too close for comfort.
I turn and fire as quickly as possible.
One. Two. Three.
and down they go.
Arrogantly, I waltz over and take a gander at my kills.
I bend down and grab a handful of brain mush,
I debate for a few seconds,
and without any further thought, I take a bite.
I chuckle and now understand why they feast on brains.
"oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
My mind races.
Shitfuckzoboomafoo! I'm fucked in the ass.
The living dead moan their battle cry
and horde around me,
taking turns munching my brains.
I, now, am one of them.
It's really funny how they just ate my brains,
and I bond with them and join their clan.
Onwards we lethargically march and groan
looking for a mortal feast.
A contest entry
- They're coming to get you, Barbara! by Miss Macabre.
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humourous and unique,
fun to read, thanks for posting it
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Gross! But zombies are gross. I would personally never eat brains, but this is still a great write. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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*chuckles*
hehe this is good and funny. Zombies!!!! AHHHHHHH!!! lol
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