The Day I Died

The last day

I wake up from yesterday and I'm feeling great. I get up, get dressed and drive to the mall to try to get girls numbers. About an hour after that I get 6 numbers and a make out session. Then I run into Sammy. "Can we talk?" She asks. "Sure." I replied. "Let's go to the field." She says. "Alright." I say. I get in my car and follow her to the field. I get out of my car and she gets out of hers with a gun in hand. "Cool target practice!" I say. "If that's what you want to call it." She said. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask. I hear the gun cock. Sammy slowly raises the gun. "You don't have to do this." I say in fear. "Of course I do its my job as a zombie hunter!" Sammy giggled dementedly. She raises the gun and puts 3 bullets in my forehead. "Sweet dreams." Sammy says as she kisses my cold dead body leaving a lipstick mark and laughing. And that was the day I died.