Zombies'n'S**t Ep. 4A Chapter by wagonburnerThe Rotting Burrito
Well, I now have about an hour in which to be bored. I looked at my watch. It was about-wait....WHAT THE HELL?!
Apparently, I have a watch. Funny the things you don't notice when you don't have nerve endings that work. Anyways, it was about noon. I looked up at the sun. You know, you learn something every day. For example, staring at the sun, yeah- it hurts. So I stopped doing that. I don't die, but I can still feel pain. I settled into the chair I was in and closed my eyes. I rested like that for a while, just listening to those around me. All of the conversation seemed to come back to the attack. The more I heard, the more my stomach dropped. But hey, not literally I- D****t. I spoke too soon. Picking up my stomach, I stood and made my way to the burrito stand. I still had plenty of time, but it never hurt to be early, Now, late.....well, we know how that turns out. Freakin' pianos. I had to fight the crowd again all the way there. When I finally got there. Markel, the owner of the Rotting Burrito, looked up at me. "Well now, Johnny boy! Been a while since you graced my fine establishment!" I looked dubiously at the bloodstains on the counter. "When exactly was your stand clean, Markel?" If looks could kill....well, I'd still be dead, but you know what I mean. "Before someone died on it and definitely before I gut you on it." "Easy, I was just commenting on the stains," he reached under the counter. "And I was just gonna bleed you out and serve your spoiled innards as an appetizer." Markel was a crotchety old fart. © 2016 wagonburnerReviews
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