The cat sat on Vernon’s head and gnawed. Eventually it gave up.
“I was wondering how long you would do that. We undead are hard to kill, aren’t we?”
Vernon looked at all the zombies running amok in the streets, creating more zombies and tripping over themselves. “I better put a stop to this pandemic.” He went straight to work.
Eventually the CDC showed up. “Any more of these hanging around?”
“Nope,” Vernon said.
After the CDC left, Vernon headed home with the last zombie.
“You make an excellent pet for a vampire.”
The zombie cat tried to escape Vernon’s steely grip. …
(to be continued)
Text and images © 2009, Tracey Baptiste.