“Invader Zim!” he yelled,“Don’t shoot me, kid!” His hands stretched skyward, face full of panic, and his Mulberry Farms jumpsuit soaked in urine.

“Get in here.” The girl said, lowering her shotgun. The whistle shined in the dark from around her neck.

“Thank you kid, thank you.” the farmhand stammered wildly, “There are things out there, everywhere…. they’re eating everything.” His eyes darted around, his head poking to the windows of her home.

“Well, stay down.” the girl said, “I don’t want any more of them coming in here.” Her face tilted towards the kitchen floor where an old woman lay decapitated by a shotgun blast. The farmhand jumped backwards upon seeing it with the sound of urine leaking down his leg.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, “is that lady one of them?” His eyes were wide with terror.

“She was a zombie, yes.” she said, “Take that piss-rag off, you stink.”

“Oh no,” he said while unzipping the suit. “How-”

She fired a blast into his skull after seeing the wounds from Mulberry zombie chickens..