Serious question. No laughs please. Why are zombies always trying to eat me?
I am a good catholic man,very good father figure,and a hard working man that works 50 hours a week to provide for his family. But I never understood why Zombies don’t like me. It all started back in 1987 when I was only 21 years old. I was walking home from a party at about 1 a.m, when from out of nowhere, a group of Zombies started chasing me. I started screaming to them to leave me alone, but they wouldn’t listen and chased me all the way to my house.
When I arrived at my home, I immediately went to my room and hid under my bed. I was in tears, I had never been so scared in my entire life. My mom didn’t help. She always try to scare me. Knowing that I was afraid of zombies, she once paid five of my friends 50 bucks each to dress up like zombies and scare me. I almost had a heart attack, and have never spoken to my mother or friends since.
Last week, I was walking home with my 10 year old son from a strip club, When from out of nowhere, a pack of fit zombies started chasing me.