Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream
He forcefully smacked his zombie aunt’s knuckles right as she reached the bottom step.
"No, Auntie," Leo scolded, his face completely deadpan. "No food. Go back."
The zombie aunt froze. She looked down at her smarting knuckles, then up at Leo. Her jaw unhinged, and she let out a loud, high-pitched hiss like an outraged cat that had just been sprayed with water. She puffed up her shoulders, gave him one last venomous glare, and retreated back inside the house, slamming the door shut behind her. The virus seemed to leave her half human since she understood some commands. Maybe a byproduct of the virobane?