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Dan sat at his dining room table working on a new piece of origami when
a mangled, bug-eyed, undead man, entered his house without knocking.
Dan remained captivated by his origami and didn't notice the zombie plodding toward him with outstretched arms.
The zombie made faint gurgling sounds as it approached. It was bald except for two patches of filthy matted hair
on its head. Dirt was caked all around its bloodshot eyes and on the rotting skin of its cheeks.
Dan made a few more folds, all the while contemplating the symmetry and geometry of the piece in front of him.
The zombie stalked closer, stopped gurgling, then leaned over and bit into Dan's shoulder. The zombie ripped off
a portion of Dan's sweater along with a large mouthful of meat. The ghoul leaned back with despicable strings of
Dan's shoulder muscle hanging from a corner of its mouth, blood dripping down its chin. It chewed the flesh and
moaned.
Dan screamed like a tornado siren, tensed all the muscles in his body, and shot up out of his chair to run away.
He turned and noticed the zombie standing still and grinding its pointed teeth. He saw how slowly the zombie's
reactions and movements were and decided not to run away. He examined his injured shoulder, then filled his lungs
with deep breaths to calm himself.
He glared at the zombie to see if he might recognize it -- to determine whether he had known the thing when it
was alive -- but could only concentrate on the dangling strands of red flesh hanging from its wrinkled mouth and
the eerie moaning sounds it was making.
"Who are you?!" Dan yelled. "What do you want?!"
The zombie chewed a few more times, then swallowed.
And Dan felt stupid for trying to talk to a zombie.
It plodded toward him again, lethargically, gurgling in a creepy monotone.
Dan gripped his chair, ready to hurl it at the intruder. He looked down at the origami paper he had been folding
moments ago, debating whether he should take it with him when he fled. "Go back!" he commanded. Then
he scooped up the paper on his table.
The zombie emitted a long agonized groan and wrinkled its mangled face. Then it rotated, still holding its arms
out, as if it were examining Dan's house.
Dan heard his back door wrench open. His neighbor, Tom, dashed in holding a Glock 34 at arms length. He was wearing
a black bullet proof vest over a white t-shirt, as if he had slipped the vest on while in a panic. The zombie cringed
when it saw Tom and his gun, then backed up on stiff legs. Tom blasted a shot into the zombie's face. Dan watched
the top portion of the undead thing's forehead explode and shatter against the wall. Tom continued firing the Glock
until the zombie's head and neck had completely disappeared, and its body had traveled fifteen feet to a far corner
of the living room. Dan stared at the zombie corpse and noticed something moving near its neck line. A tiny blue
and black creature crawled out of the neck, then writhed and wiggled on the floor. The thigh of the zombie burst
open and another black and blue miniature monstrosity climbed out of it as well.
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