One Hundred Words

Nobody believes me. But I still have to tell someone, anyone. You. Whoever is reading this, PLEASE READ CAREFULLY.

Our brains are falling apart.

Doctors don’t know what to call it. Kids call it “Zombie Creep.” It started in Iceland. Now it’s everywhere. You get it from breathing the same air as a sick person. Your brain gets smaller and smaller. You can tell you have it because it rots your thinking. Your words.

Soon you can only use a few words at a time. Only a hundred each day! But there’s a cure. All you have to do is