The Adventures of Shroombzie Zombie x Fish (Says it all don't it?)

When Fishies Necrode

The zombie popped open his eyes to the morning sun shining down on his face. He could feel his fish necrosing into his pants-- scratch that. Either he had eaten some good shit, most likely a shroom that hadn't digested prior to five days ago. He attempted to pull himself up from lying on the hot cement that is currently cooking his flesh that now detached itself from his back to the ground. Road flesh is scrumptious, isn't it? or perhaps there's no difference between road kill or a zombie casually chilling on the cement thinking he was asleep.

If the dead could get laid too, he had a hell of a night with his fish lover-- ''What the fuck?! FISHY ARE YOU OKAY? I FORGOT TO-- I'm still in your pants you dip fish!'' he cried out. ''More like fish nugget..you pebble'' The zombie corrected his talking fish. Moving his head towards his pants, slowly lifting them, his eyes widened in horror seeing the mouth almost sewed to the zombie's junk. Or at least...what flesh he has is growing on the parts of its mouth.

He pulled the fish off of his junk tossing him into the water--but the fish is already a zombie too, despite the bleachy waters. 

Can bleach make the waters bitchy?

''You know...I've been herring a lot about you, you were a terrible living hummer back in the day!'' the fish complained making the zombie question his own past life. Why does the fish like to argue on the counter? This isn't fair! ''If I were a hummer, I'd be hamming my engine into your dingus'' He smirked at the fish lovingly. ''Go get a reel life, my friend. I'm not existent you piece of a dish!'' he cursed under his breath and swam away from where the sun doesn't shine through,  whatever that could possibly mean right?

''I WILL FIND YOUR TAD POLE--I'M GONNA FUCK IT UP! CURSE YOU HOLY MACKEREL! I WILL FIND YOU, I WILL FISH YOU UP ON SHORE AND HOOK YOU OVER THE SEVENTH TROUTER!'' The zombie screamed with heartbreak. Boii.. his heartstrings collapsed, as he fell onto his knees and shinned a Cocus.

He was a sad fellow zombie that wanted to be loved, you know? He just wanted to get deep with the bluefish.

He wants only one fish in the sea he caught and wanted till the day he died. 

All along....the fish he had, was his bag of shrooms in his pocket.

''You know...I'm still breathing...live on buddy!'' The four of them chanted. The zombie, of course, didn't want to believe the shrooms he had eaten, a replacement for human-flesh was his lover, truth or not. He didn't want to cheat on his fish so he jumped into the sea in the morning to shore out his lover.

Then he drowned in bleach...and disintegrated.

But the fishies down dere fucked his bones.

..............Suddenly, something shook deep in the ocean, causing the waters to separate, then there was Zombie Jeebus holding his fish. What else could possibly happen during the zombie-fish apocalypse?