(Art by Poblin King)
I haven't done this in a while. Everyone join in! I will write a sentence to start a story and each commenter can add a sentence to the story. When we're done, we will have a zombie story!
"The mechanic slid down the door to his garage just in time to peer out the slit-like windows to see the hobbling zombies coming closer up the hill."
He turned looking around for something, something that might be able to let protect himself from the danger coming his way.ReplyDelete
The screwdriver? No, not sturdy enough. The power saw? Nah, that damn thing is plugged in. The wrench? Perfect...ReplyDelete
Zombie harvesting is a dangerous business, but the money for certain body parts, with their alleged aphrodisiac properties, is like hitting the lottery.ReplyDelete
So Martin the Mechanic clutched his wrench closely and waited to see if the zombies would fall into the ten foot pit he had dug in front of his garage. His eyes rested on the twig covered pit wondering if it would work as he planned.ReplyDelete
He'd watched many a Romero movie to prepare for this harvest, but unfortunately for him these zombies could jump.ReplyDelete
He raised his wrench above his head and just as it was about to make contact with the zombie, he realized the scowling mass of undead was his own mother. "Sorry, mom." he uttered as her corpse fell with a thud into the pit.ReplyDelete
one of the zombies stared right at the machanic and roared. It grew 2 wings mutating itself and swoop down at him.ReplyDelete