Young Writers Society

One day, a lady named Mrs. Lopez, was walking through the park. She tripped over some grass and broker her neck, but oddly, was still living. On her way to the hospital, the ambulance crashed. Amidst the flames, she arose. Like a really strange dead burnt zombie, she started on a path of destruction towards the nearest pub.She entered the bar and asked for a gin and tonic... Of course, as always when confronted by a zombie, the bar tender turned toward the lady, and screamed like a little girl. The small child sleeping in the corner woke up and found herelf in a strange situation, holding a razor-sharp shovel, so she attacked the zombie chick. The razor-sharp shovel cut the zobies arm off. The zombie didn't feel any pain, so she went with the flow and grabbed her own arm, and started mauling the little child with it. The child hefted her shovel and ran screaming into the storage room located at the back of the pub, she dead-bolted the door and passed out. The zombie then went to the locked door and banged her own arm onto the door, punching a hole right through it. The zombie's fist broke and fell off, as it was decayed and rotten. One of the random people in the bar decided to take action, he pulled a convienently placed machete out of thin air and proceeded to chop the zombie into bits. The now chopped zombie parts started moving towards the exit, wanting to reattach together in peace but like a starfish the parts started to grow seperate bodies. Therefore there is not one zombie, there are 6. The zombie's all ran away and lived happily ever after? Except that the barkeep was horrified at this new amount of zombies, he pulled out a five gallon jug of light fluid and a box of matches; he doused the zombies then made the world go kaboom.