The zombie refugees struggled to find a safe

The zombie refugees struggled to find a safe haven after the Canadian's closed their borders. The CDC in Atlanta had been working with experts in Montreal on emergency measures

which is how the Zombie refugees were able to sneak up on them and gnaw on their backs and necks. It was a flesh storm as they gnashed their way through the CDC employees in Atlant

a until, in the last, most biohazardous Cat 5 lab they found Martha Gelert. She had only one option. She smashed the emergency cabinet containing the adamantine axe. The zombies co

Opyed the virtual reality network. The retail zombies were on strike for higher minimum wages. The green lives matter crowd was out and about, giving out DUI's as if they were free

so as not to raise suspicion. "Just don't think too much," Spewy Carcass chortled as he took a sharp right down Main Street. Zombies we were, but experimenting with this brain made

me all tingly like crazy! Spewy Carcass pulled into the roller rink parking. "OK, just be cool. Don't shuffle with your arms held out. You gotta swing your arms. No zombie shit."

Crumbly Green took off one of his arms and waved it stiffly about. "NO!" shouted Spewy Carcass, "keep your appendages on. And don't mention brains, okay? This is a roller rink."

A glitch in it's decaying circuitry muddled it's aural signal processors such that Crumbly Green "saw" brains in close proximity to a question mark, so as outcome we got, "Brains?"

Yes but they were hardly functional and and akin to that of a goldfish. Needless to say, we were just as stupid as when we had started this project but, we swam twice as gracefully