The dryad who lives inside the oak tree has been terrorizing the condo building dwellers for generations. She throws acorns and pours sap and drops pollen on their cars, and causes severe allergies ... [+]
I want to move to a small town.
Somewhere up in the mountains, with thin air and thinner roads.
I want to chain-smoke outside the one good restaurant in town.
I want to die alone, on my rocking chair.
It'll be cancer that took me.
But my neighbor, the coroner, will never know.
I don't want anyone to find my body.
I want my cats and dogs to eat me.
Then, knock down the creaky front door
to go looking for blood.
My babies,
My babies are zombies.
They have a taste for human flesh.
The hospital was put on lockdown.
State troopers had to be called in.
In the end, their lead bullets were futile.
My babies each got a few pounds
of marrow and meat.
Now, it's a ghost town.
I feel guilty.
I didn't mean to take everybody out with me.
Somewhere up in the mountains, with thin air and thinner roads.
I want to chain-smoke outside the one good restaurant in town.
I want to die alone, on my rocking chair.
It'll be cancer that took me.
But my neighbor, the coroner, will never know.
I don't want anyone to find my body.
I want my cats and dogs to eat me.
Then, knock down the creaky front door
to go looking for blood.
My babies,
My babies are zombies.
They have a taste for human flesh.
The hospital was put on lockdown.
State troopers had to be called in.
In the end, their lead bullets were futile.
My babies each got a few pounds
of marrow and meat.
Now, it's a ghost town.
I feel guilty.
I didn't mean to take everybody out with me.
