Spread the infection.
Several Sock Zombies have been caught, caged, and subjected to
intensive behavior therapy. They may (or may not) be safe to come home
with you. A thirty dollar fee will cover their medical costs. Zombies may
be purchased at the Wandering Turtle Art Gallery, in Bloomington IN or at
Gnosis in Indianapolis. Take a sock zombie home today. You may not
live to regret it. Due to their small parts and love of human flesh, sock
zombies are too dangerous for children under the age of three.
intensive behavior therapy. They may (or may not) be safe to come home
with you. A thirty dollar fee will cover their medical costs. Zombies may
be purchased at the Wandering Turtle Art Gallery, in Bloomington IN or at
Gnosis in Indianapolis. Take a sock zombie home today. You may not
live to regret it. Due to their small parts and love of human flesh, sock
zombies are too dangerous for children under the age of three.
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Venus loved the game of tennis. On a
hot Saturday afternoon, she and her
trainer were working on her net
game. But her trainer was be having
some trouble. She hit an overhead
smash and he went down. Thinking it
was heat stroke, she ran to his aid. It
was too late, he was already undead.
Now, instead of working on her serve,
she serves up her opponents for
meals. Brraaaaiiins, Set, Match….
hot Saturday afternoon, she and her
trainer were working on her net
game. But her trainer was be having
some trouble. She hit an overhead
smash and he went down. Thinking it
was heat stroke, she ran to his aid. It
was too late, he was already undead.
Now, instead of working on her serve,
she serves up her opponents for
meals. Brraaaaiiins, Set, Match….
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Max thought he knew all he needed to know
about zombies. The author of a bestseller on
how to survive a zombie invasion, he had a
foolproof zombie escape plan. On his book
tour, he frequently bragged about his isolated
piece of land in northern Wisconsin, with its
well stocked supplies and electric fences. He
would get there in a Hummer, outfitted with
extra gas tanks and bars on the windows.
But, he never made it that far. With the first
reports coming in on the news, Max donned his
bite proof Kevlar suiting and guns and raced
down to the garage to jump in his car and go.
He found his car surrounded by a multitude of
fans begging him to take them with him. He
couldn’t take them all and things got violent. A
blow to the head knocked him out and when
he came to, his Hummer was gone and the
garage was deserted. Then he heard the
moans…..
about zombies. The author of a bestseller on
how to survive a zombie invasion, he had a
foolproof zombie escape plan. On his book
tour, he frequently bragged about his isolated
piece of land in northern Wisconsin, with its
well stocked supplies and electric fences. He
would get there in a Hummer, outfitted with
extra gas tanks and bars on the windows.
But, he never made it that far. With the first
reports coming in on the news, Max donned his
bite proof Kevlar suiting and guns and raced
down to the garage to jump in his car and go.
He found his car surrounded by a multitude of
fans begging him to take them with him. He
couldn’t take them all and things got violent. A
blow to the head knocked him out and when
he came to, his Hummer was gone and the
garage was deserted. Then he heard the
moans…..
Susan worked in the Children’s Department of
her local library. Every Tuesday evening, she
would host Bedtime Stories with a group of
faithful toddlers and their parents. Since it
was close to Halloween, Susan decided on a
monster theme and picked out several
classics for the occasion. Little Tyson arrived
first, seeing him without his father, Susan
was a little annoyed, especially because
Tyson was a “biter” and frequently had
problems with the other children. As she
walked forward to greet him, she noticed his
glazed eyes and shuffling walk. She reached
out to see if he was okay and he grabbed her
arm and sank his little teeth into it. Now
Susan is looking forward to the other
toddlers, they’ll love her monster theme and
she won’t even have read to them.
her local library. Every Tuesday evening, she
would host Bedtime Stories with a group of
faithful toddlers and their parents. Since it
was close to Halloween, Susan decided on a
monster theme and picked out several
classics for the occasion. Little Tyson arrived
first, seeing him without his father, Susan
was a little annoyed, especially because
Tyson was a “biter” and frequently had
problems with the other children. As she
walked forward to greet him, she noticed his
glazed eyes and shuffling walk. She reached
out to see if he was okay and he grabbed her
arm and sank his little teeth into it. Now
Susan is looking forward to the other
toddlers, they’ll love her monster theme and
she won’t even have read to them.
Tom had been looking forward to his
Wednesday night church group all
week. They were going to discuss his
favorite text, the Gospel of Paul.
Armed with a homemade pie, he was
the first to arrive. In the dim light, he
didn't see Father Merrin shuffling
towards him until it was too late. His
church group will be quite surprised by
his resurrection.
Wednesday night church group all
week. They were going to discuss his
favorite text, the Gospel of Paul.
Armed with a homemade pie, he was
the first to arrive. In the dim light, he
didn't see Father Merrin shuffling
towards him until it was too late. His
church group will be quite surprised by
his resurrection.
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Darcy loved to sing. Chorus was her favorite
subject and today she was the first to arrive.
She bounded eagerly into the room to work
on her new solo and found her teacher, Miss
Nolan, sitting at the piano listlessly. She
rushed forward, but when Miss Nolan turned
toward her, she wished she hadn’t. Her eyes
were bloodshot and she was drooling. Before
Darcy could turn to run to the school nurse,
her teacher fell on her. Darcy doesn’t sing
solos anymore, but she joins the other
zombies for a chorus of brraaaiiiinnnnns….
subject and today she was the first to arrive.
She bounded eagerly into the room to work
on her new solo and found her teacher, Miss
Nolan, sitting at the piano listlessly. She
rushed forward, but when Miss Nolan turned
toward her, she wished she hadn’t. Her eyes
were bloodshot and she was drooling. Before
Darcy could turn to run to the school nurse,
her teacher fell on her. Darcy doesn’t sing
solos anymore, but she joins the other
zombies for a chorus of brraaaiiiinnnnns….
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Zombie Bear loved to scare the little
kids. Every Halloween he dressed up
like a zombie and chased them until
they cried. But that fateful night at
Knott's Scary Farm Halloween Haunt,
he wasn't the one doing chasing, he
was being chased. Oh, those little
undead kiddies can be tenacious. At
least he won't have to wear make-up
anymore.
kids. Every Halloween he dressed up
like a zombie and chased them until
they cried. But that fateful night at
Knott's Scary Farm Halloween Haunt,
he wasn't the one doing chasing, he
was being chased. Oh, those little
undead kiddies can be tenacious. At
least he won't have to wear make-up
anymore.
Regina loved playing the cello in the
St. Louis amateur orchestra. She was
a criminal defense attorney, and, as
she frequently told her co-workers,
she needed the relaxation. But
Thursday’s dress rehearsal was
anything but relaxing. Her conductor
was having trouble, swaying and
coughing throughout their
performance. She stayed after to help
him home, but he didn’t want help….he
wanted brains, and Regina barely
escaped! She woke up the next
morning hungry for more than classical
music.
St. Louis amateur orchestra. She was
a criminal defense attorney, and, as
she frequently told her co-workers,
she needed the relaxation. But
Thursday’s dress rehearsal was
anything but relaxing. Her conductor
was having trouble, swaying and
coughing throughout their
performance. She stayed after to help
him home, but he didn’t want help….he
wanted brains, and Regina barely
escaped! She woke up the next
morning hungry for more than classical
music.
Kelly grabbed the file folders strewn
about the front seat of her minivan,
and headed toward the large metal
doors of Denton High School. It was
only her second day student teaching
and she wanted to be well prepared.
She was rushing through the dark
halls towards the art room when she
heard a low moan. She stopped in her
tracks and called out a soft, “Hello.”
No answer. She sprinted towards the
classroom door and threw it open.
Several students were inside feasting
on the remains of her supervising
teacher. They turned on her. Kelly
won’t be getting her teacher’s license
after all; instead she will be eating the
students’ brraaaiinns.
about the front seat of her minivan,
and headed toward the large metal
doors of Denton High School. It was
only her second day student teaching
and she wanted to be well prepared.
She was rushing through the dark
halls towards the art room when she
heard a low moan. She stopped in her
tracks and called out a soft, “Hello.”
No answer. She sprinted towards the
classroom door and threw it open.
Several students were inside feasting
on the remains of her supervising
teacher. They turned on her. Kelly
won’t be getting her teacher’s license
after all; instead she will be eating the
students’ brraaaiinns.
Tim was a meticulous painter known
for his perfectionism. He was in high
demand in the small town of
Cumberland Indiana, where he
painted restored homes in a
traditional Craftsman style. Tonight,
he was late. He heard his cell phone
and cursed, knowing it was his wife.
Where did the time go? And where
were the owners of the house? They
should have been home an hour ago.
He gathered his paints, cleaned up,
and opened the front door to go.
What he saw stopped him in his
tracks. The shuffling undead
surrounded him. Tim is no longer a
professional painter, but he is painting
the town red…. With blood!
for his perfectionism. He was in high
demand in the small town of
Cumberland Indiana, where he
painted restored homes in a
traditional Craftsman style. Tonight,
he was late. He heard his cell phone
and cursed, knowing it was his wife.
Where did the time go? And where
were the owners of the house? They
should have been home an hour ago.
He gathered his paints, cleaned up,
and opened the front door to go.
What he saw stopped him in his
tracks. The shuffling undead
surrounded him. Tim is no longer a
professional painter, but he is painting
the town red…. With blood!
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