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Midday of the dead

Zombie-Let’s think about this logically you only have 2 choices Number one I eat you or you run and are torn apart by a group of us Hi I’m Brian…wait was formally Brian deceased Victim-I could get away…Brian deceased Zombie-well I was bit this morning in edgington park about 9-9.30 and that 3 miles away and we have already spread here Victim-wait did you pass abbey nursery Zombie-oh sorry that’s gone like Easter to us You know you think you would feel bad but that’s one of the things first thing to go feeling who knew Victim-I could kill you Zombie- What with your plastic spatula yeah the brain thing is garbage Turns out we don’t need it See we can make it amicable for us both One bite somewhere unnoticed Then it’s you and me for all eternity Victim-like friends but I would be dead Zombie-All the movies are garbage For instance I know everything every other zombie knows..their talents skills secrets Victim-So how do we do this Zombie-let’s go inside I can feel a horde close by We sit you in your favourite chair I take a nibble maybe a pinkie Trust me if there was a group they would tear you inside out Just your hand waving a spatula from a pile of viscera for the rest of time

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