It's Another Zombie Story 1

Shirley grimaced at the strong stench that attacked her nostrils as she opened her apartment door. The entire place was dark, and what little light cast by the dying sun through the closed up window blinds was barely enough to see by. Gregory should have been home by now; he hardly ever worked overtime and always was certain to have their accomodations bright and lively by the time she arrived. Shirley pushed through the stink and made her way towards the kitchen.

"Gregory?" She asked. "Are you here? And what's that godawful smell, it reeks!" It reminded her of a time when she was a child, and her older brother had tormented her with half a piece of roadkill. The smell seemed the chase her around the apartment now as her brother had with the dead rodent years ago. Shirley flipped the light switch and shrieked, as it was at that moment that Gregory shambled into view.

"Oh, Greg! You scared the crap out of me -- don't do that!" As her eyes began adjusting to the florescence of the kitchen she began to notice her husband's appearance was sickly and meek. His skin was a dull yellow with specks of green, his eyes seemed hollow and his hair was greasy, thin and unwashed. Then he moaned and Shirley could have sworn a fly buzzed out of his mouth.

"Gregory?" She asked, stepping back slowly. "Are you all right? What happened? Greg?

Gregory sauntered further into the kitchen, one arm outstretched and clutching a spoon, the other used to lean on the counter. Shirley had nearly backed completely out of the room, and in a position to run full throttle out of the apartment.

"Shirley, wait," groaned Gregory, his eyes coming to life. "This is kinda embarassing but I died this morning. Unfortunately there's no more vacancies in the afterlife and I have to walk the earth as the living dead until there's a spot open."

"Oh," Shirley replied. She looked down at the ground dejectedly. "Oh." She shuffled her feet on the hardwood floor before looking back at her late husband. "What..what's the spoon for?"

"Oh this?" Gregory said, as if he had just noticed the spoon. "This is so I can eat your delicious braaaaaaaains." He started shambling towards her again, hungry for his meal.

It was true, thought Shirley. She made a breathtaking brain pudding.

"I'll go fetch some from the fridge."