Danica was almost to her tiny apartment when she heard a scuffling behind her. Instinctively, she reached for her gun, tucked away safely in her purse, then turned. Just as she was afraid of, a pack of zombies had followed her home from work.
Again.
“Goddammit, would you guys leave me alone? I don’t have time for this bullshit! I’m involved in a serious plot here!” She pulled the gun out, glared at them and fired a shot. “Don’t you see I’M TRYING TO ANGST?!”
One of the zombies lumbered forward, not realizing he was supposed to be dead--again. A bullet in the head usually did that. Except apparently no one had informed this particular zombie of that.
“Oh that’s it. I’m kicking all your asses.”