December the 24th
The three men sat huddled in the cold, waiting and watching the mall parking lot, back packs on their back, guns ready to kill.
It looked like a hopeless nightmare.
There were a lot of zombies shuffling around the open ground, some going into the mall, some coming out. Many of them coming out of the mall were carrying shopping bags as if they had spent this day doing last minute Christmas shopping.
“Dawn of the Dead much,” Fred replied.
“Original or remake?” Mike asked.
“Original, of course.”
“I don’t think I can do this.” Jim gripped his shotgun a little tighter to his chest. Fear ran across him like a freight train. Panic set in. He had avoided situations like this, and now he was about to throw all of that away for a few kids he didn’t even know. “This was a noble idea, Mike, sounded better before I got here; but I think I better get on back home.”
Mike grabbed Jim by the shirt, as he started to stand up. Jim landed on his butt on the cold snowy ground a second later. “This is no time to be backing out! We need you here. We need you now.”
“Why do you need me?”
“What do you mean?”
“You and Fred can handle it. I’ve seen you shoot. I would just get in your way. I can promise you that.”
Mike looked Jim in the eye, while Fred waited anxiously to go.
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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