The discovery
Here I am, a poor 15 year old zombie, walking to work with streaks of white in my hair and my skin looks as though I'm the cream of an Oreo. Anyone who cares to look twice probably thinks I have some kind of skin disorder.
But right now, I have to focus on eating my brains without my boss finding out.
'Hey Nick, how is our youngest worker.'
Crap, I hastily covered my brain pasta. Please don't ask about it, please.
'What are you eating?'
Of course he had to ask.
'Just some pasta, ' I said praying he wouldn't want to try some.
He reached over and took the fork while saying 'I'm starving.'
'NO!!! ' I yelled
'What?' Ravi said dropping the fork.
That's his name by the way.
'It's really spicy, like, burn your face off spicy.'
That's another thing your should know about zombies. Hot sauce is the only thing we can taste.
'Is it the spice or the brains you are trying to stop me from eating.'
