My eyes started to see some shapes in the

My eyes started to see some shapes in the darkness. The hole was big enough to host another guest. The water would probably come from a leaking pipe and a beam of light ...

formed an ellipse on the wall. The steady drip drip was unnerving, but what bothered me more was the eerie presence I felt in the hole. The hackles on my neck raised when warm mois

-t gangrene appeared on my chest. moist gangrene is a form of gangrene in which the necrosed part is moist and soft. It was rotten. And smelly. Like warmed over hopelessness

I'd always thought that the depiction of slowly transforming into a zombie was inaccurate. Now that I was living it, the gangrene was like a badge, but not of honor. More like

a beauty spot but more noticeable. At zombie beauty schools they taught to cover gangrene with a light green putty but I was proud and unashamed. I wore a

not much could be said about about my my bottom jaw. Oh well. Who would notice? I'm dead. I suddenly felt the urge to feed. I wasn't really hungry but the desire was intolerable.

Why brains? I would think an arm or a leg would be more accessible. But nope, I was peckish for some grey matter. I picked up my bits and shuffled forwards.

"NEXT!" a loud lady with cat glasses hollered. "Me.That would be me. Brains, please." I asked politely. She turned & rifled through a gray cardboard box. "What size?" she asked.

"Extra Large," I replied, leaning forward so she could scoop the brain into my empty skull. "Last one I got," she yelled. I became the 1st zombie to win the Nobel Peace Prize.