I've made up some names, I saw the preview and it's pretty damn funny. But I have no more information, so basically I nicked the idea and.... You don't want to hear me go on now, do you?
Lauren lied on her bed with a rifle lying next to her.
"Why do zombies have to be so... Evil?" She sighed to her self. Picking up her rifle, she shot at a old man, with decaying skin and no nose. She hoped it wasn't a regular creepy old man, but there were no laws now, especially when the president was rotting over a microphone.
Lauren climbed down the broken stairs and saw this zombie on the drive, attempting to eat a lettuce. He looked really cute, actually. He looked up and gave a sort-of-smile as his mouth muscles had obviously been weakened.
Lauren hadn't noticed that she left her hand unprotected and the zombie lent forward an grabbed her wrist. He put his mouth towards her hand and instead of biting it, as she feared, he gently kissed her. He limply let go and returned to his lettuce.
She gasped and ran inside and grabbed a potato. Lauren quickly diced it into small chunks and gave it to the cute, vegetarian zombie. He graciously waved and ate them politely.
"Can you.. Er... Talk?"
"Yes... I talk. Are you ok with me?" Said the teen zombie gruffly.
"Yes!" Replied Lauren too quickly.
"Wait, I don't even know your name..." She added.
"Do decaying monsters have names? Well, I call myself Nor-Man." He softly growled, almost laughing.
"Well, Norman, you're the only speaking, civil, vegetarian zombie I know!" Lauren giggled and hugged him. She didn't really mind the smell. Or did she?
"Here," Lauren threw Norman a bottle from her purse.
"It's deodorant."
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