My mom was the only one who liked and commented

My mom was the only one who liked and commented on my photo. "That's my beautiful boy!XOXO", her comment said.

I wept. Even though I was now the newest maggoty vessel for Satan, Mom still thought I was her beautiful boy. "Thanks, mom," I commented on the photo, hoping my gratitude seeped

deep into her haggard pores that had long been caked, clogged with poorly applied make-up. But that was besides the points. There was no longer a George, all that remained was Nick

. He cradled the inflatable pool toy in his arms. His friends were dead and without a little help from them, how would he get by? Nick sat down on the curb, surrounded by bodies.

Next to him, one of the bodies started to twitch. An arm uncurled, an eye opened. A rank stench emanated from the mouth of the body as its legs shuddered back to life. Standing it

looked deep into my soul and grunted. The zombie staggered towards me before falling at my feet and coughing blood over my magical flying shoes. "AAAHHHH

My Flying shoes have been decanted by this Zombie chunder. Sure enough I couldn't fly anymore. The Zombie grasped my legs. Moaning "Take me Kansas". The Zombie eyes looked familiar

so I took the zombie right there. It moaned louder than anyone I've heard. I felt it appreciated what I did, but ever since it was taken, Liam Neeson just wouldn't get off my back.

Heavy breathing. "I don't know who you are...but I am going to look for you. I am going to find you and kill you ... again." I told Liam to bury the hatchet and find a new hobby.