He made a decision to clean the factory chimney out.
Did he know it would be messy?
I look out of my window and see so much smoke emanating from the chimney.
It blanketed the fields in particulate sulphate alkali acid.
I was so happy! I could be a zombie now.
I ran down to the fields and danced naked in the grass.
I was in a real pea souper of man made chemical arsenic fog.
Right away it happened: zombification!
My skin bubbled like acid and fell off in tatters.
My lungs filled with liquid and I drowned in my own blood.
Every orifice streamed liquid, a real cock burn. Won't be using it no more.
The only gals for me will be ones I eat.
The smoke thins and I see a watery sky.
The pause between before and after.
My life and my very body have changed for the better.
I feel my teeth turning into steel shards that yearn for female zombie flesh.
I go in search of my first victim.
As I stroll thru the summer grass I see her. Mrs Peters from the farm.
She looks disorientated.
I close in.
Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex | Year Posted 2014
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