"They're eating my brains!" Paula screamed picking up the remote and turning off the evening news. "All of this political rhetoric, immigrate bashing, and mindless killing is turning me into a zombie. Soon I'll be a mindless killing machine just like your Father." She glared at her daughter, Amy, who was backing slowly out of the living room.
Stomping to the coat tree in the foyer, Paula removed her husband's AK 47, checked the clip, and shambled out the front door. Picking up her IPad, Amy dialed Channel 3 News. "Another armed Zombie on Fleet Street." Then she dialed 911.
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