“Listen, Master Cell. I may look like a decaying three-headed zombie but don’t underestimate me. The day I can’t handle a one-celled blob is the day I hang it up.”
“Or the day you get your three heads crushed.”
You crouch in a fighting stance. “Bring it on, Milk Boy.”
An appendage like a tentacle swipes out and crushes Left Head.
You kung fu kick, but your foot gets stuck in milky jelly.
Snap, crackle, pop. Right head is absorbed. Another tentacle closes in.
“Well, at least I didn’t go without a fight.”
“Yes. That makes you taste even better
Jack Massa never met a zombie he didn't like. He publishes short fiction and essays at speclectic.substack.com, and his novels can be found at triskelionbooks.com. He's always looking for the next portal.
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This is very entertaining, Jack. “Bring it on, Milk Boy” is one heck of a one-liner!
This is a fantastic follow-up! Foot stuck in milky jelly... 😂