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Halloween was the absolutely worst day for the apocalypse to start. We were completely unprepared and many people took it as an epic joke. Who would believe the news report on a zombie apocalypse the day of Halloween? Especially when there was no warnings at all?
People didn't realize how serious the reports were until it took a chunk out of ‘em.. by then it was too late.
The realistic zombie costumes made it hard to tell friend from foe, and the panic made everything 10 times worse. The fact that my eyesight is shit without my glasses didn't help at all.
“Come to the party with us!” they said. “It'll be fun!” they said. Now they're all slabs of rotting meat on the floor and I'm stuck in the bathroom with a drunk man child who took fancy to my costume (a plush bunny onesie).
Becoming a living plushy was less than ideal, but this was definitely better than mingling with the flesh eating monsters outside the door.
"-Coco? Or Buns. Cinnabon. Oooh- what about Marshmallow? Or oreo..." His mindless chatter, while annoying as fuck, stopped me from having multiple panic attacks. Luckily for me, he wasn't loud enough for the rotten bastards outside to hear us.
The screams had died down about an hour ago, but I could hear the shuffling of the dead nearby. They didn't seem to know that we were here and I planned to keep it that way.
Contrary to popular belief and media, zombies were pretty much silent until they saw you which somehow was ten times more frightening.
I felt a tug on my head and I realized with apprehension that the man holding me captive in his lap was petting me.
"They're so soft!"
I didn't know whether or not I wanted to scream, cry, or smack his hand away, but the threat of being eaten alive kept me docile. He was absurdly strong (not that I had any muscles to speak off) and I wasn't going to get out of his grasp any time soon.
"I think I'll name you Cinnabon."