The women and I arrived in the hallway just in time to watch the two mutated zombies throwing the brothers over the railing and down to the waiting zombies.
As soon as the stupid zombies smelled dinner, their moans grew louder and louder until they almost managed to drown out the sound of the brothers' screams.
"Fuck," muttered Prue from where she stood beside me. "I wish there were no zombies in this house at all."
Letting out a low moan of my own, just as my inner voice announced that a deal had been accepted, I turned to Prue. "If you take nothing from tonight, please just remember this: never wish for things if you can help it."
Both the mutated and smart zombies disappeared as soon as the deal was expected, and instead of the brothers landing on soft zombies, they landed on the hard floor.
If you have read any of my other novels... you'll know I have an extreme fear of clowns.
The only thing worse than zombies for me are clowns.... shudder. It is the worst death I could come up with.. I hope it was satisfying.
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