Apparently all it takes to be a zombie in our house is pulling your shirt over your head and making zombie noises. All morning we’ve had zombies roaming the house, randomly attacking things.
After about 10 minutes of them trying to scramble up my office chair and clawing at me I said, “Go try to eat someone else’s brains.”
They both stopped for a second, looking around the room. Their eyes settled on Becca.
“Mom’s brains!!!” they screamed, moving toward her.