Lights, Camera . . . Zombies!
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Humans for Lunch
Frank Hardy staggered across the lawn toward his brother, Joe, his arms outstretched. Frank was a zombie, and Joe was a human.
Translation: Joe was Frank’s lunch.
Joe, who was a year younger than Frank, picked up a long blue noodle from a pile of pool toys and wielded it like a sword. “You’ll never get me!” he cried out.
Frank ignored Joe’s threats and continued staggering.
“Stay back, you evil monster!” Joe shook the noodle menacingly at Frank.
Ha-ha, poor Joe. The flimsy foam tube was no match for Zombie Frank’s supernatural strength and appetite.
Nearby, Cissy Zermeño staggered toward Tico Sanchez. She was a zombie too, and Tico was her lunch.
