Zombie Humor: I Can’t Look
It’s behind me, isn’t it ? I can smell the stench of its fetid breath. It’s going to eat me isn’t it? I’m so scared I can’t move a muscle. I’m going to die, aren’t I?
Yes, bitch. If you don’t move your ass and come with me right now. Our friends will give us safe harbor until the cure is found.
Where are my shoes? Where are my sunglasses?
I’m sorry. I love you dearly, but if this zombie bites you…
But darling, love means never having to say you’re sorry.
Not during the zombie apocalypse. I’m outta here.
If you like horror, try one of my collections…if you dare:
Don’t Look Behind You: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DCFQTVE
Scary Stories Vol 1: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GA55824
Scary Stories Vol 2: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00J0GUEMO
Scary Stories Vol 3: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L4Y3LES