"The zombie queen has been here!" Gerbil says. You shudder and remember.
It was so very long ago. Zombies appeared from dimensional doorways and
caused such horrors and brain-eatings.
Fortunately 2 out of every ten thousand people could detect the zombies,
due to the dimensional energies that stayed with them and even to their
victims. That's why your sitcom-style wacky neighbor was living on a
goverment stipend instead of locked up in a loony bin.
"Where is she now, Gerbil?"
You pull out your goverment issue zombie machete. You were part of the top
five percent of your Mandatory Zombie Killing Class.
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Gerbil leads you to one lone zombie, which you kill. There was no contaimination.
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The zombie, freshly dead so it doesn't smell, bursts out of your floor-to-ceiling liquor cabinet and slays Gerbil.
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It's not one zombie, it's a hundred. Your entire building and the grocery store next door is over-run.
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You are swiftly slain by a zombie hiding in your crawlspace. The story focuses on the idiocy that is Gerbil.
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You wake up from a stupid dream where your stupid neighbor was a stupid zombie detector. Man, what is wrong with your head?
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You realize you are homeless and delusional and have not seen a real bed in months. You live in an abandoned Starbucks.
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