Steve thought he’d spice up his walk by imagining Neil was a bloodthirsty zombie. “See you later sucker!” he shouted. He turned, ran, fell.
zombie
The day after Hallowe’en
The real terror only began the day after Hallowe’en, when the graves did not close again, and their occupants did not return. Tio thought the zombie lurching up the alley towards him was someone still in a Halloween costume. Until it tore his head off. Then the real terror began. Terror you can try to imagine.
It’s quiet, isn’t it?