CHAPTER 25
The Zombie
“I want… to eat… your braaaaaaaains!” Fatima moaned.
Unfortunately, she wasn’t kidding. For Halloween this year, she decided to be a zombie. She’d wanted to scare all of her classmates. And she was doing just that.
A hot-cinnamon-flavored candy turned Fatima into a living not-so-living, breathing not-so-breathing ZOMBIE.
Everyone—no matter who they were—was terrified of zombies. And with good reasons. Zombies are terrifying. All the students (and animals) of Classroom 13 ran from Fatima.
Mason tried to run away, but he ran in one big circle. So he ended up running into Fatima. Quicker than she looked, the zombie grabbed Mason and started gnawing on his head.
Mason laughed. “That tickles!”
Fatima kept gnawing and sucking, but a second later she stopped. She moaned, “Nooooo braaains…”
“I coulda told you that,” Mason said.
Luckily, Cowboy Chloe and the Dread Pirate Triple J were brave. They grabbed the zombie, tossed her in the bathroom, and locked the door.
“Braaains…” Fatima cried from the other side of the wall.
She pounded on the door so hard her arms fell off. Don’t worry. It didn’t hurt. Zombies lose body parts all the time. If they walk too fast, they lose a foot. If they crawl through the mud, they lose a hand. I swear, they’d lose their heads if they weren’t attached—oh, wait, never mind, they do lose their heads. It’s kind of hilarious.
Luckily, Fatima still had her head on. Not that she was using it. After hours of bumping into the door, you would think she would’ve thought to jiggle the knob with her knee or her foot or her mouth. Or chew through the door. But zombies aren’t known for their big ideas.
The thoughts that go through their brains are mostly “Grrrrrr…” and “Hnnnn…” and “Braaains…” and “6 x 6 x 6 = 216.”
Aha! I was just testing you with that last one. Zombies don’t know math. At least I don’t think they do.
Poor Fatima. She fell to pieces over her costume. Get it? Fell to pieces?