[A slight poetic!pun turned into a story]
- Excuse my morbid humor. For those who loves the wrong side of Wattpad, this is is a very cheesy comedy I've created. So, if I made a few "errors", don't complain because those are actually intended to add...
Okay...I really don't know why I'm writing this... But it's a must!
I stared down at the gravel, tired and dead. "I wish...on a fish, that I'll meet someone special.." I groaned instead, as my words didn't quite come out as English, not like it would bother me, but, I would love to at least be understood--I mean for being a zombie of course!
Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up and saw that the sun must be going down. Walking only makes matters worse especially if I'm on my last three days to live prior to zombie old age. Zombies don't last long...
I fixed my tuxedo and slid my barely attached leg across the gravel. I could hear and smell my own flesh getting scrapped into shreds. You could almost see green flesh and black blood smeared all over the white gravel. Even the zombies behind me looked at me with disgust despite how I'd allow my own flesh scrape against the grounds surface.
"I'm too old..."
I squeezed my eyes shut and continued walking on...with my eyes closed. My very own eyes.
I couldn't hold my eyeballs in the back of my sockets any longer-- I could hear the soft, crunch, sound of my eyeballs as they landed on the gravel.
Picking up my eyeballs, I placed them back into my sockets. Out of relief I approached the lake and spotted an interesting fish...
My face heated up and I giggled as I moaned.
"Very sexy"
Grooming my hair back, I smirked at the fish and cooed. "Ayye dere sexy" I moaned. "The water is contaminated with bleach, you fool! Help me out this instant!" The fish yelled.
Hearing and watching the dramatic fish scream over it's poor environment made me only want to help save it's life, just maybe.... I could get laid before I die.
The undead can get laid too, right?
"You're very handsome for a zombie...did you know that?" The helpless fish, flirted. I could almost feel an enormous boner, growing against my pants, it almost smelt fishy.
My face heated up, oh he did not just flirt with me!
Wait-- he or a she? A unisex fish..sounds pleasant.
"There is plenty of fish in the sea to catch--Your the one I chose.." I moaned.
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