Zombies? Yeah, a few of them came by here, but I just laughed in their faces. (Which um, really, I get the whole "dead" thing, but you'd think they could bathe or something. They smelled really foul). *shudders*

They want brains? I have a rambunctious eight-year-old son; I HAVE no brains anymore. My brains haven't been properly functional for years. Seriously.

They shambled off, disappointed. I heard some strange noises next door, though. I suspect the neighbors weren't quite as fortunate.


(RE: icon. Okay, so it's not Down the Rabbit Hole Day, but I don't have one with zombies, so I went with this one).