บท 65: Chapter 65: Night of the Deadly Dead

If you’ve been wondering this whole time why I wasn’t calling Cecil, Sally, Cassandra, the evil undead clowns, the Morticians, the little old lady who lives down the block, Mr. Hickey, or any of the other dead folk I’d come across so far as Zombies, it’s because they weren’t Zombies. These guys were Zombies. I’m talking decomposing, moaning, groaning, eat your brains Zombies. This was the army that Sally intended to use to take over the world. An army of Zombies.

What separated Cecil and Sally from Zombies? Easy. Cecil and Sally and Cassandra and so forth can think, talk, plot, mow the lawn, teach high school (well not Sally), and do anything else a living human being could do. Zombies can shuffle on their feet mindlessly and eat people. Zombies are folks who are dead and buried, their brains hopelessly spoiled, and who have been recalled to serve as mindless drones. They have one purpose and one purpose only, to feed.

And they aren’t vegetarians.