She found zombies at the brain dead film.
The steam punks sided with the preindustrial zombies.
The girl took a selfie with her zombie.
George threw his scraps to the zombie moochers.
Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Duck. Zombie!
The zombies watched tv and rotted their brains.
“I used to fear zombies, now just loneliness.”
Ironically, the zombie gained superpowers eating Batman’s brain.
“We’ve got a problem. The zombies can fly.”
“That lady could sell death to a zombie.”
“The dinosaurs are zombies?” “Yes.” “That’s awesome!” “No.”
“My dreams’re filled with zombie dinosaurs” “Nightmares?” “No.”
The T-Rex stomped the zombies till it feasted.
The zombies pressed forward despite the squirrel hordes.
The zombie dinosaurs overwhelmed the pitiful human defenses.
“Zombies took over last night.” “Awwww, Man. Again?”
“Zombies’re attacking the building!” “Nope. Just office workers.”
He’s the alpha male of the zombie horde.
He cradled her grasping, undead arm with longing.
“Zombies have corporate jobs. The apocalypse is official.”