The final Macabre Macaroni of 2016.
The Zombie Fighters
We stood back to back in the old basement. Joey held his sword off to his left, and I held mine up with the blade in front of my face. We made a deadly team, but the zombie horde upstairs would be the biggest one we’d ever faced.
Joey turned his San Diego Padres cap around backwards. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.” I rushed the stairway with Joey at my heels.
The zombies almost looked surprised. I probably imagined it, because they don’t have any emotions or feelings. They’d already eaten half the families in town, and I recognized a few of them as having been local people. I stepped into the shell of the burned out house and made sure to move far enough that Joey could support me.
I lowered my sword and thrust through the face of the first one, making sure to slice…
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