How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
V. Moodywhen he opened his eyes
“Flossie, calm down. You need to tell us how many and how far they are. And more importantly, what the fuck is a zomber?”
“You know, zombers. ZOMBERS!” Flossie jumped up and down and waved her hands about.
The commotion brought the others out of their tents to find out what all the noise was about, just in time to see Flossie start to dance.
“What are you doing?” I asked her.
She made T-rex arms and stomped from foot to foot.
“Isn’t that the dance from the Thriller video?” said Jenny.
“Oh, I see,” I said. “You mean zombies. Zombies are coming. Fuck.”