“What is this place?” Zombie #1 asked.
“The humans call it hell.”
“Ummhh. It smells bad, I mean…good. My mouth is watering.
After chowing down on a smattering of brain on the half skull, Zombie #1 asked, “Where should we go now, Stinky? I’m still hungry.”
“We’ll go where the humans go to lurk, Nimrod.”
“Where is that, Stinky?”
These hellish places will thrill, chill you, and fill you with terrors never felt before:
What’s the worst that could happen?
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hee! Hee! Hee! Hee!
Pass the Chainsaw, please.