"Iím going to try going home again. I hope I get a warmer reception that I did last time," Pete said to his co-worker Jack, sculling the last half his pint of fourex beer.
"What happened yesterday?"
"Didnít go home yesterday. After the cold reception, I got on Monday, decided to stay at the hotel upstairs. Best night sleep Iíve ever had."
"You want me to come back with you? The old lady might be a bit more civil if youíve got company with you."
"Donít want to get you involved, mate."
Jack patted his friend on the back and stood up.
"Look, Iím going to head home now anyway, so whatís say I give you a lift home."
"Okay, but Iím telling you, it might get ugly."
Jack lit a cigarette and patted Pete on the back again, "Look mate. Iíve seen some pretty ugly things in my time. Iím sure Iíll handle it."
"Look, when we get there, just be careful, okay mate. Sheís gotten loose, so she could be anywhere in the house and sheís still pretty quick."
"You know sheís a zombie donít you?"
submitted at 6:10am
4 June 2009