After 22 entries, the story is finished!! Here it is!

"Zombie Attack!" -- started by greg
The esteemed authors and their contributions are: greg(11) betty(11)
 Story #103. Finished on 6/10/2010.

It was a quiet, bright morning in Uptown Suburbia, USA. I went outside to water my plants, when suddenly I heard the deep guttural voice of a zombie! It scared me so badly that I screamed, "Where's my money, you silly stupid old fool?" Since he was no Jimmy Stewart fan, the zombie jumped out of the monitor and uttered a gravelly :) voice at me, and said right into my ear, "Help me reload my shotgun! That dern zombie took a chunk out of my arm and I can barely keep my eyelids open! The reason must be that I ate too much brains! I don't have any room left for you." The zombie lumbered off and I knew I had to beef up my defenses in a big way. So I added a whole line of new models of subcompacts. They're inexpensive, have great fuel economy, and just as importantly you must have lots of sunflowers. It is also important where you place them: only put them back in the grave where they belong. But you have to hit them pretty hard to stop them, because they ate too many brains (!) which caused them to jump up and down and sing Yankee Doodle. We weren't expecting that... so we loaded up a wheelbarrow-full of brains and carted them over to the Wal-Mart, to the frozen goods section. "Hey you!" a worker yelled, "You can't bring raw brains in here! Get out! Take them next door and give them to Bonnie," who had just walked in with a tray of hot biscuits. "What?!" she exclaimed, "I don't want any goopie stuff flying into my face! I know! I will make a shield out of strips of flank steak. We'll marinate them in 4 ounces of gooey, green, groddy BRAINS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" But by that point there must have been at least 1,000 zombies! They were now known to be in cahoots with the left wing red diaper doper babies. Alas..... we are doomed......

THE END!

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