I was at one of those party supply stores when a most peculiar thing happened.
I had to get to some paper plates. They happened to be right in front of what I presumed to be a sales clerk who was stocking the shelves. I kind of made my way over there making it apparent that I was in the market for the guarded paper plates. She continued to stock away. I finally had to reach in there and I said “excuse me”. She stepped back out of the way but did not return a customary “pardon me” or “whoops”.
My heart started to beat really fast as I made my way around the corner. Obviously I was dealing with a zombie, albeit one in the very early stages of the zombification process.
What was I going to do!?! I had never come face to face with a zombie before. …
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