A Zombie Broke Into Our House
I was watching a movie with my sister when suddenly we heard some sounds from downstairs.
"Brains!"
"Oh no! A zombie is in our house!" My sister took a selfie of her terrified face before we ran into my bedroom and locked the door.
"Y'all bitches need to give me some tasty skin. And your BRAINS!"
I tried pushing a heavy bookshelf in front of the door while my sister tweeted about the zombie. She then took another frightened selfie and posted it on Instagram.
"Could you at least try to be helpful?" That damn bookshelf was ridiculously heavy. Perhaps I should have removed the books first?
My sister rolled her eyes and then gave the bookshelf a light shove. I was still doing most of the work though. We struggled to get it to the door before the zombie turned the knob and looked inside.
"Heeeeerrrreeesssss zombie!"
"Wow, what a lame joke," said my sister and she posed for another selfie.
"I guess there's no brains in here. My mistake." The zombie shut the door, walked downstairs and left the house.
"Piri, your generic teenage girl behavior just saved our lives!" I exclaimed. "You're a genius!"
"Like thanks," said Piri. Then we posed together for her new profile pic on twitter.
Credited to TurquoiseUmbrella
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