My sister and I recently got a zombie. Not very hand-tame, but unbelievably obedient. Of course, if you apply a shovel in time. We had to take him with us to the Academy—as a mascot or as a lab project. He’s very talented: he’ll scare off the head office manager and lure in men. And if with the first one everything is pretty clear, then with the second… No one, by the way, knows how to get rid of men’s attention? We simply can’t keep getting new zombies. We haven’t even found salvation from the old one…
From the author: There’s black humor and below-the-belt humor.