My friend John is a zombie. Again.
At work today Steve was explaining to a different Jonathon that when he'd found his friend's dead body he'd thought about not leaving it to the zombie to dismember and eat, but what can you do? Jonathon confirmed that the zombies had in fact gotten him. *
Maybe I'm a little blasé about the zombie takeover this time around but it kinda just feels like business as usual, you know? So there better not be any zombies outside my door when I go out to get the mail in a minute, or they'll get what's coming to them. And then I'll go back inside for a cool drink and get started cooking dinner.
*real conversation, no joke. I swear.
