The Undead That Saved Christmas Vol. 2 by ed. Lyle Perez-Tinics Page A
Authors: ed. Lyle Perez-Tinics
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little more than annoy the zombies. It took one second for Dad to reach down, grab Ken and bite his head off as if he were made of chocolate, tossing the rest of his body to the floor.
The other toys backed away in fear, but Princess Penelope used the diversion to squeeze between Dad’s legs and into the bathroom.
It wasn’t going well in there.
Ryan was slumped on the floor, clutching his arm and sweating profusely. He had been bitten trying to save his little sister, and soon he would turn just as his parents had.
Molly cowered in the bathtub with the shower curtain closed, sobbing, hoping they couldn’t see her, but knowing that they could.
Princess Penelope hopped into the tub with her, not caring about the Toy Code. Her kid needed her!
Molly stared at her, wide-eyed, not believing what she was seeing.
Princess Penelope knew there was no time to waste.
“Yes, all of us toys are just as real as you, and I’m sure you have lots of questions, but we don’t have enough time now. We’re all going to die if you don’t help us. When the next person comes near you, I want you to grab the showerhead and hit that person in the face as hard as you can. Over and over again.”
“…I…I can’t,” Molly sobbed.
“Yes you can. If you don’t we’ll DIE.”
“O…o…okay,” Molly said, chest heaving up and down.
As soon as she had the detachable showerhead clutched in her shaking hands, Mom stumbled over, ripping the red and green striped shower curtain from its plastic hooks.
Molly raised the showerhead over her head and slammed it down as hard as she could, into the middle of her mother’s face.
Mom stumbled backward, releasing a high-pitched moan, but stepped forward again.
Molly hit her again and again, blood spraying her in the face, but not caring. She didn’t stop until her mother’s face looked like it had a bloody crater in the center and she collapsed to the floor.
She repeated the beating with her father and brother.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered afterward, tears falling down her cheeks.
“You did it!” Princess Penelope cheered, hugging her.
Molly held the doll to her chest and left the washroom, still shaking from her ordeal.
“Everyone it’s over! Molly saved us!” Princess Penelope chirped, turning her head away from Molly’s body.
“No – this can’t be happening!” Princess Penelope shrieked as she saw the rest of the toys.
All of them had turned into zombies and were slowly walking – and crawling - toward them. They were all missing body parts, which could be found in Mom’s, Dad’s or Ryan’s stomach.
Molly ran toward the Christmas tree, but tripped over a present and dropped Princess Penelope.
“No!” Molly cried, watching as Princess Penelope fell mere feet away from the zombie toys.
She felt around for a weapon and her hand landed on her brother’s new baseball bat. She grabbed it and started smashing toys. She worked quickly, flattening her beloved toys until they looked like a car drove over them.
When she was done, Molly dropped the bat with a loud clunk and slumped to the floor. She was out of tears. So was Princess Penelope, who jumped onto her lap.
“Now what?” Molly asked her.
“Well it’s Christmas. How about we figure out what to do next over some Christmas cookies and egg nog?”
Molly agreed and they barricaded themselves in the kitchen.
They had both lost friends and family, but at least they still had each other. It was a Christmas miracle that they both survived.
Zombie Don’t Jingle
By Rusty Fischer
We caroled on Elm Street
We caroled on Oak;
Yes, I’d have to say
We were caroling folk!
We sang ‘til our voices
Were scratchy and sore;
Then swallowed a cough drop
And sang 10 songs more!
The snow felt so chilly
On our bright, singing faces;
As we shuffled around
In brightly lit spaces.
The houses were decked out
So merry and gay;
As we caroled and sang
All night and all day.
Our noses were frosty
As
The other toys backed away in fear, but Princess Penelope used the diversion to squeeze between Dad’s legs and into the bathroom.
It wasn’t going well in there.
Ryan was slumped on the floor, clutching his arm and sweating profusely. He had been bitten trying to save his little sister, and soon he would turn just as his parents had.
Molly cowered in the bathtub with the shower curtain closed, sobbing, hoping they couldn’t see her, but knowing that they could.
Princess Penelope hopped into the tub with her, not caring about the Toy Code. Her kid needed her!
Molly stared at her, wide-eyed, not believing what she was seeing.
Princess Penelope knew there was no time to waste.
“Yes, all of us toys are just as real as you, and I’m sure you have lots of questions, but we don’t have enough time now. We’re all going to die if you don’t help us. When the next person comes near you, I want you to grab the showerhead and hit that person in the face as hard as you can. Over and over again.”
“…I…I can’t,” Molly sobbed.
“Yes you can. If you don’t we’ll DIE.”
“O…o…okay,” Molly said, chest heaving up and down.
As soon as she had the detachable showerhead clutched in her shaking hands, Mom stumbled over, ripping the red and green striped shower curtain from its plastic hooks.
Molly raised the showerhead over her head and slammed it down as hard as she could, into the middle of her mother’s face.
Mom stumbled backward, releasing a high-pitched moan, but stepped forward again.
Molly hit her again and again, blood spraying her in the face, but not caring. She didn’t stop until her mother’s face looked like it had a bloody crater in the center and she collapsed to the floor.
She repeated the beating with her father and brother.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered afterward, tears falling down her cheeks.
“You did it!” Princess Penelope cheered, hugging her.
Molly held the doll to her chest and left the washroom, still shaking from her ordeal.
“Everyone it’s over! Molly saved us!” Princess Penelope chirped, turning her head away from Molly’s body.
“No – this can’t be happening!” Princess Penelope shrieked as she saw the rest of the toys.
All of them had turned into zombies and were slowly walking – and crawling - toward them. They were all missing body parts, which could be found in Mom’s, Dad’s or Ryan’s stomach.
Molly ran toward the Christmas tree, but tripped over a present and dropped Princess Penelope.
“No!” Molly cried, watching as Princess Penelope fell mere feet away from the zombie toys.
She felt around for a weapon and her hand landed on her brother’s new baseball bat. She grabbed it and started smashing toys. She worked quickly, flattening her beloved toys until they looked like a car drove over them.
When she was done, Molly dropped the bat with a loud clunk and slumped to the floor. She was out of tears. So was Princess Penelope, who jumped onto her lap.
“Now what?” Molly asked her.
“Well it’s Christmas. How about we figure out what to do next over some Christmas cookies and egg nog?”
Molly agreed and they barricaded themselves in the kitchen.
They had both lost friends and family, but at least they still had each other. It was a Christmas miracle that they both survived.
Zombie Don’t Jingle
By Rusty Fischer
We caroled on Elm Street
We caroled on Oak;
Yes, I’d have to say
We were caroling folk!
We sang ‘til our voices
Were scratchy and sore;
Then swallowed a cough drop
And sang 10 songs more!
The snow felt so chilly
On our bright, singing faces;
As we shuffled around
In brightly lit spaces.
The houses were decked out
So merry and gay;
As we caroled and sang
All night and all day.
Our noses were frosty
As
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