“HEY, ZOMBIES!” yelled a voice from the hill. It was Gramma.
Apparently, while the zombies were chasing us, she had slipped out the back and grabbed her Super Marinade 5000… and better yet, she had filled it with Vera’s borscht!
“Soup’s on!” Gramma yelled as she hosed the zombies down with the toxic borscht.
“Just beet it!” she remarked as she slathered more of our undead guests.
“How ’bout another serving?” she remarked as she sprayed the last of the zombies.
And, just as I had predicted, the zombies reacted explosively with the borscht and ran away, which was good because Gramma was almost out of borscht and witty one-liners.