Twas the Night before the Zombie Apocalypse

I could hear the sound of dry leaves crunching, I could hear the sound of too many teeth munching.  So up to the house they made their way, dragging body parts, dripping blood and eating anything that got in their way.

And then in a twinkling, I heard the porch rails, being scratched by those long ragged bloood-soaked nails.  As I drew in my head and was turning my around, through the front door, the biggest zombie I’ve ever seen came in with a lurching bound.

He was dressed all in fleece from his head to his foot. And his clothes were  all covered in guts, blood and soot.