The Best Kind Of
Zombie
by Kristina
England
Stephanie let
Jason gnaw on her flesh.
It wasn’t
painful. He had no teeth.
She eyed the
freezer and thought, Sure, there are better
ways.
Jason lifted
his head and looked at her.
Then he gave
another good warning as he dove back towards her
arm with an “Arr...”
She laughed
and egged him on.
“No!
No! Oh no! Don’t eat my arm!
Not my arm!”
Jason chortled
as he smacked his mouth against her skin and
began to suck on it, saliva running down his chin.
Her husband
walked into the room and shook his head.
“You want
a cold teether from the fridge?”
“Nah,
we’re both having a great time playing
‘Zombie Baby'! Right little man?”
Jason cooed
from below.
Her husband
sighed.
"You need
to teach him appropriate ways to act."
"He's six
months old."
"It's
never too early to start."
"Okay, I'll
teach him to act like my dad."
"Your dad
is the most boring man alive..."
"Exactly."
"Point
taken."
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