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If you looked from a fly on the wall view, it would be bloody mess. Mall patrons screaming willy-nilly, some lady vomitting her Indian lunch platter, and an old man chuckling. The chuckling old man was the maintenance guy. He made a show of covering the bodies with a dirty old dropcloth. While doing that and avoiding the security camera,he freed us of our wallets. In his mind one's loss was another's gain. Especially gaining some more gin soaked night for himself and his fiance the security matron Shelley. He moved away quickly and let the law enforcement take over the scene.
Old Jenson bided his time til it was okay to clean up the crime scene. Maybe his face in the paper and a few dollars to speak clearly of this gruesome crime. That son of a bitch had my wallet... I risked and lost my life for it and he was the beneficiary of this tragedy. The morticians carted us away for a stay in the city meat locker.
Tags: Zombieshorrorhumor
Oh son of a ******! Mutters my friend Mr. Fuji, at the same time my other compatriot Spike speeds past Mr. Fuji. Spike is a true blue friend and will not put up with this injustice. As he comes within arms-reach of the first thug, he drops low and takes the dude's legs out from under him. Of course not to be outdone Mr. Fuji has brought up his hiking boot and stomps the gun hand of fallen thug one. The broken fingers send the gun into the store front wall then bounces in front of thug two. Thug two picks it up and starts reloeasing a hail of lead poisoning my friends' way. Spike being on the floor catches one under the chin sending his brains erupting out of his head. Mr. Fuji engages into one of those "Oh poop!" moments when you realize you are screwed. Mr. Fuji steps sideways to get cover from the blaze of bullets. Fortune gives him the big middle finger as he slips on Spike's innards and falls backwards. Thug two snaps some more off and the gizzards shots erupt Mr. Fuji's belly into a mess of intestinal loops and gore.
Tags: Horrorzombieshumor
Well, if it weren't for that time I went to the mall this all wouldn't have happened. I was at the cell phone kiosk with some friends, when I was poked hard in the back. I turned and saw a hooded character with sunglasses and his colors drawn up over his face. He mutters hand over the wallet and the phone and you'll live to see tomorrow. I was ripe for the picking I guess, had just cashed my paycheck and my wallet was bulging with bills. I say ok we cool wit dat and slowly make for my wallet. He then greedily grabs for my outstretched hand and bang!!!!
I bring my right foot upside his head. I make a break to his outside so that I can escape. Unfortunately his partner behind him slams into me and sends me flying. I hurdle through the air and grasp at the railing of the mall walkway. My hand catches on and I swing towards the wall, unfortunately it has a big sale banner hanging from it and I become entangled. I lose my grip and plummet downward. I feel and hear the sickening, thud crunches of my skull mashing the walkways as I fall. I land in a heap, kinda tangled in the flyer, with blood oozing out the sides like a grotesque burrito. My world is searing with pain, then like an old television the screen goes black, reduces to a point of gray only to disappear along with my consciousness. If I should continue this story tell me so...
Tags: Zombieshorrorhumor
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