Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 34
(My girlfriend lives a few states away from me which leaves calling and texting our only means of communication. One day a thought struck me in the middle of our conversation.)
Me: “Hey, if I ever became a zombie, would you kill me?”
Girlfriend: “Babe, I work in a hospital. That’s zombie ground zero. You live in the middle of nowhere Texas border where everyone already is in family clans, lives on farms, and is heavily armed. There’s no way you’re becoming a zombie before me.”
Me: “This is zombie apocalypse zone! If we get overrun, there’s nowhere TO run, we’re screwed!”
Girlfriend: “I’m on the same floor as the morgue.”
Me: “… I promise I’ll kill you.”
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