|Photo By Niels de Wit from Lunteren, The Netherlands [CC BY 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons|
"There's no such thing as zombies!" they said.
"Watch out for Frankenstein," they laughed.
They were saying something different today. Their asses were on the radio beggin' for someone to please bring them some food.
"Oh, I have food," Rhonda yelled at the radio. "I have food for my children!"
"I just have to get it home," she muttered to herself.
Rhonda looked to her right and some dude was biting an old lady in the neck. She looked to her left, at the oncoming traffic, just in time to see a redneck dude plow his pickup right into the back of a stopped car--kaabam! Airbag deployment and everything. Everybody was looking at the carnage surrounding them. Everybody was in shock. But, Rhonda didn't have time for that kind of mess. She had to get the groceries home and lock up tight. The kids weren't going anywhere!
The noise of the collision seemed to bring all the crazy biter bastards out. They were everywhere. The car in front of her hit the gas and opened up a gap in the traffic. But, the biters just walked right into the road and filled the gap in. There were dozens of them. Rhonda had to get through zombies or no zombies. She saw a spot on the sidewalk and punched the accelerator. If the biters wouldn't get out of the way, she would just run their asses down.
Suddenly, a big red light lit up on her dashboard and the car came to a halt just six inches from a couple of the monstrous pedestrians. She punched the gas and car wouldn't move. She slammed it into reverse, the backup camera came on revealing more dead pedestrians. The car lurched backwards and came to a half after moving all of two feet. The red light on the dash warned her again. The car revved and went no where. The car would not be used as a weapon. It would not run down pedestrians.
"Oh no," Rhonda cried. "This ride is too damn smart!"