Kimberlie Pengelly

Logan Pengelly

Juan Sebastián Escobar

Sean King

Sam Becker

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One day, when I was walking home from coding class....a zombie stopped me and asked me for directions. He was trying to get to

the department store attached to the mall. Apparently, there is a big sale and he was meeting someone at a buffet. He apologized for bothering me and explained he had developed a poor sense of direction after his brain was eaten by some other zombie. I explained

that I was a zombie too and my job (I was hired) was to H.O.Z (help other zombies) so I HAD to help him to get money

it was a little difficult though, he was always losing his head. I finally got him a job, driving other zombies to the road restaurants, he was so close to getting fired, being one of the oldest zombies, the so called primordials, didn't make him an easy task

It was really depressing. You work, work, work, your whole life. Then you don't even get to enjoy retirement for very long before you get zombified. Then as a zombie, you need a job? I thought being a zombie was a job. Shambling, lurching, moaning... those are your only skills.

I found myself sitting across from an undead CPA. “I don’t like the look of this,” she said, scanning my 401k. We each moaned. “Reckon you’ll be working another 20 years. Have any skills?” My jaw dropped. The CPA facepalmed and her nose fell off. Guess living’s the easy part.

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Diana Tobey

Rietje Becker

As predicted, Ariana woke up with a dull headache and a sore throat. Every breath she expelled felt warm and contagious. She got dressed without showering and stumbled out the front door in search of her next victim.

But there were just ZOMBIES but she saw a zombie holding a poster for a app named Klikaklu so she scanned the code with her IPhone 4

And suddenly realized she needed to update the app, but it was too late, the zombies got angry and started to chase her...she ran and ran until she came to a

Spencer Gifts. She ran inside and lowered the metal gate, then made a beeline for the replica swords behind the counter. It was time to dice some undead.

She pulled her hair into a ponytail as she whispered some words of affirmation in the cheap dressing room mirror, “I’m a badass bitch. No guts, no glory.” She grabbed one sword in each hand, and turned just in time to see ...

A skinless hand opened her door. She chopped it off, pushed past the creature and ran past the sale rack. Her sword, heavy but swift, sliced its way to the exit. “No pain, no gain,” she intoned. With a bold kick to the door she burst into the parking lot, her freedom obtained.

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