John picked up his things quickly stirring

John picked up his things quickly stirring his things. Looked to his clock and cursed. It was too late... too late... It was coming shortly, and John must out of there. Then

he found the trap door. The zombies splintered through the dead bolts as he shut it behind him. He stumbled into a large conference room with a white board. "You're late. Tea?"

The Master of Zomb sat in the chair once occupied by the CEO. "Take a load off your mind." He gestured at the seat next to him. Let me explain the 3 principles of Zen Zombie teach

ings, first do not mistake the finger for the moon, so eat the finger to avoid the mistake. Then the Zombie Zen teacher said,

"Tell me who you eat, and I will tell you who you are." As the Zombies nodded in approval, one Zombie's head fell off. The Zombie Zen teacher then said

"Ancient zombie secret: wise men eat brain, fools lose head." The ancient zombie zen teacher stroked his 1000 year old beard. "To find true happyness, one must...

be as the rock is in the river. It is a rock. There is great commotion around it. But the rock is still a rock." The ancient zombie zen teacher scratched his belly. "Excuse me, but

if The Rock stays in the river, what do we so about HHH, The Cerebral Assassin? We need our brains." Zen Zombie replied, "From the bamboo, learn of the bamboo." So they found HHH

and left him, found him again and lost him, remembered him and forgot about him. Winter came, the river froze, but The Rock remained. A lone goose flew overhead calling to no-one.