My Uncle John Is a Zombie!
When I woke up this morning, I never expected to find my Uncle John munching on my neighbor's brains in the backyard. But that's exactly what happened. It turns out that Uncle John had been bitten by a zombie while on vacation in the Caribbean, and now he's one of the undead.
As if that wasn't bad enough, Uncle John has decided to move in with us. My parents are trying to be supportive, but it's hard to live with a zombie in the house. He keeps trying to eat the cat, and he's always leaving bits of brain lying around the living room.
But despite all the chaos, I can't help but feel sorry for Uncle John. He didn't ask to become a zombie, and he's still the same person deep down. I just wish there was a cure for his condition.
Until then, I guess I'll just have to get used to having a zombie uncle. Who knows, maybe having a zombie in the family will come in handy someday.