The TV sound is muted. Zombies stream across the screen, arms extended, running after a car.
Doug: What’s that?
Karen: Some new remake of Dawn of the Dead.
Doug: Have we seen it?
Karen: No. But I find it deeply offensive. Offensive to the core of my being.
Doug: Really? How come?
Karen: Those zombies. They were running.
That’s my wife. A zombie purist.
I think I’ll keep her.
D.
I hate running zombies.
Running Zombie. Great name for a punk band.
A ‘Running Zombie’: schnapps, brandy, and a shot of Kahlua.
The Zombie Runs: diarrhea so bad you can’t talk, you just shuffle around and moan.