The Zombie Horde

"I'm... Er...," you stutter.

"Oh, that's ok. Get that a lot from other corpses. Not very talkative. So, how'd you get your skin like that?"

"Er.. Some Doctor. Raided his lab and tried some experiments.. Got my flesh looking all nice and alive." Wow, it was surprisingly easy to come up with that lie.

"Cool. Got any left?" Calvin asks eagerly.

"Sorry... used it all." You give an appropriatley sad shrug. Calvin sighs.

"Never mind. It's wearing off anyway." Calvin points at your face.

"Wearing off?" You feel your face. Your fart was so horrible, anything in a fifty foot radius that wasn't already rotting begins to look like it was pickled in vinegar. You suddenly look just as rotten as Calvin.

"So, where to?" Calvin grins, his arm still around your now rotting shoulder.

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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