Puppies Of The Undead

(My college has recently started hosting games of Humans vs. Zombies, in which zombies tag humans but humans can stun zombies by throwing socks. At this point in time, the game is almost over, and most players are zombies. I am furtively running to class when I run into my friend, also a human.)

Me: “You should get inside. I just passed a group of zombies out hunting.”

Friend: “I’m working on it, I’m just– OOOOH, A PUPPY!”

(An elderly man with a puppy is strolling down the sidewalk, and my friend runs right up to it and pets it. I see a zombie approach, and so I run inside. From the window I watch a zombie calmly walk up to my friend, start petting the puppy as well, and tag my friend. My friend’s face is priceless, and she comes inside looking shell-shocked.)

Me: “I told you to get inside, silly.”

Friend: “Well, I never thought a fluffy puppy would be the death of me!”