“A generator out back.”
“This is pretty elaborate, Mike,” Fred replied, as he studied the maps. “How did you get so much info?”
“I started thinking about all of this back in early November just after it all went to hell. I had lost some . . .” He looked up at the mantel and the picture. “. . . important things in my life. It was hot. I was trying to survive. I was suffering. I was miserable. For some reason, I started thinking of Christmas, and what it meant to me and my family. Christmas meant everything to us. It was our time of year. We lived for it, and I was determined not to let it die because of a few flesh eaters. It was mid-November before I made it to the mall for the first time, but I managed to get my plan –”
“You’ve been as far as the mall? I wasn’t brave enough to go that far alone. Thank God for hardware stores and grocery stores nearby. I don’t know what I would have done if we didn’t have them,” Jim replied, flipping through his folder.
“Me either. I consider myself a pretty tough survivor, but even I haven’t been brave enough to go that far. And I assume, from the look of this folder, that you’ve been there more than once.” Fred chimed in again.
“Four times actually.”
“Wow. My hat is off to you,” Fred replied.
“It wasn’t as hard as you might think. Zombies are pretty stupid unless you rile them up. Most of the time, if you just have patience, take the right shots, and keep your wits about you, zombies aren’t all that hard to maneuver around.”
“How did you find out what the kids in the neighborhood wanted?” Jim asked, looking up at Mike.
“I went door to door. That’s how I found out about you two guys.”
“That’s what you were doing the day we met?” Fred asked.
“Out of all the homes I went to, you two were the only single guys left in the neighborhood. Everyone else either had one, two, or three kids, and every one of those families was struggling. It broke my heart talking to each father. They wanted to help so badly, but I refused. I wasn’t about to have their blood on my hands or a grieving widow to worry about.”
“So here we sit. Chosen because we’re single,” Jim replied, picking up a box filled with paper of all shapes, sizes, and colors that was sitting on the coffee table. He grabbed a red piece of paper sitting on top of the pile. He unfolded it, and read to himself what was written on it in bright blue crayon.
Zombies stink. Can you bring me something Star Wars? Thanks.
5 out of 5 stars – I love zombies and I love Christmas ~ A winner!
5 out of 5 stars – A Cute Little Holiday Horror Story.
5 out of 5 stars – In a zombie world, there is a Christmas miracle.
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