The Easter Bunny placed the basked on the

The Easter Bunny placed the basked on the door knob of Kimmy's room and walked into the hall. Mom's bedroom door was open. And Easter saw her, his old prom date with her

hit him with the force of a hard-boiled egg dyed pale blue. The Bunny had only been out of rehab for a couple of weeks and he knew he was going back to drinking or he was going to

start cutting himself again. Last year he did that and it almost ruined Easter. The outlook for this year was just short of

global thermonuclear warfare. He'd declared open season on Cadbury mini-eggs and was making some serious headway on his plans for chocolate bunny genocide. His apartment

ed at the gathered hordes. Whomever had spiked this year's Easter candy with Influenza Z ("The zombie flu") was going to die. He was going to go fishing today, but now,

now he had to contend with zombie fishermen filming their fishing shows at the artificial bass environment nearest his home. "Worst Easter ever," he muttered to the fish sullenly.

He decided to make the best of Jesus's resurrection and went hunting for bass eggs. "I hope this one has Whoppers," he said, cracking one open. A zombie bass noodler eyed him from

his spot next to a tree stump but shambled off as he approached. Retired Disciples could resurrect on a whim. But John had was done preaching & just wanted to enjoy fishing

like back in the old days. But fishing really wasn't the same anymore with his best friend gone. John smiled in spite of it, knowing one day they'd meet again at last. The End...