“Dive! Dive! Dive!” They cried as he ran towards the pool launching himself at a flat angle to the water . He missed it completely and mowed up his own body’s length in grass and dirt before coming to a stop with his forehead resting on a now stationary pillow of upturned sod.
The Zombies were coming, a new breed. Invisible and terrifying, mindless. But this time they were riding bicycles, touching everyone who didn’t see them coming.
He stood up, dusted bits of grass and soil off his chest and trunks, returning to the starting point. DIVE! DIVE! DIVE!
Don't Touch me!
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Invisible Zombie cyclists????
Well, it's different, I'll give you that.
And I suppose the loud moans of, "Brains..." would be as good as a bell for an audible warning of approach.
Well, it's different, I'll give you that.
And I suppose the loud moans of, "Brains..." would be as good as a bell for an audible warning of approach.
The truth may be out there, but lies are inside your head.
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KateZiervogel
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Lol. Squeek. Squeek. Squeek. Priiiiiing! lol #TagYoureIt