“Tonight’s the night!” Jim thought as he lit the candles that smelled like burning flesh. The doorbell rang and he let Debbie in. He led her to the living room. As she sat down, he filled their glasses.
“To us,” Jim toasted as they clinked glasses.
Debbie took a long sip then spit out a ring. “What’s this?”
He dropped to one knee. “Will you be my wife?”
He slipped the ring on her finger then wrapped his arms tightly around her.
“You’ve made me the happiest zombie!” he said then took a bite out of the side of her head. He began to gnaw on her brain while she screamed and tried to pull away.
“No! Please stop!” she begged. It was too late. Debbie slumped against the couch as the infection began to course through her body then fell into a coma. When she awoke the next morning, the transformation had begun.
“Good morning my sweet zombina!”
“Why Jim?” she demanded before the transformation was complete.
“I want to be with you always, my love.”
“Aww! That’s so sweet!”
They snuggled until the transformation was complete. They were married later that day and lived happily ever after.
© December 26, 2010