It's not easy being a dead guy.
I mean there I was minding my own business in Homes & Despots, picking out the HOA approved mailbox, when a shuffling orange vested minion drifts by and just chomps away at my arm!
I spoke to his manager, who only drooled and grunted. I guess minimum wage monkeys are worth exactly what you pay them. I started to feel like I was coming down with something (almost like that time when I ate that Kow Pow or Som Wow chicken at that hole in the wall restaurant) so I grabbed the damn regulation mailbox and went home. I noticed my neighbour was looking out his window. Idiot. Who the hell does he think he is, always looking like that? A wave of sickness rolled over me and I went into the house.
That was days ago. Now everything is a blur. My fever rises and rises, I hear my wife talking, talking always talking. She stops when I take a nip at her and screams something about going home to her mother.
The neighbour is watching me again.
I try and take out the garbage but stop when I realize I'm eating it.
I just want to go to where there is food. I know the shiny box outside can take me, but it won't do what I want. I pound on it in frustration.
The neighbour is watching.
I think I'll eat his fucking brain.
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The Zombie Next Door