ZOMBIE
Inside, dim light did battle with plumes of smoke. The regulars along the bar were grizzled men with knobby hands. At the end of the bar there was a zombie chained to the wall. Neither of us had ever seen one in person, just heard stories or seen documentaries about the outbreak. We sat as far away as we could and ordered drinks. The zombie moaned, and someone tossed a peanut at its head. Dave had just been dumped, that’s why we were drinking. He looked at the zombie and said, He looks like I feel. I said, grow up.
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