It was nighttime at your neighborhood house. Your lawn was nice and serene with its squares still showing from when you mowed it that afternoon. But then you notice something or other someone shambling in your lawn.

To your surprise, it was a zombie girl, wearing a torn business outfit and her pink heart pattern boxers showing. She pushes up her glasses as her nose is buried in a torn newspaper. She seems rather upset.

You notice her newspaper was clearly upside down, but evident by her drooling frustrated zombie face, she didn’t quite have the intelligence to figure that out.

You flipped over her newspaper and she looked up at you, pausing with a warm blush on her face. She drooled slightly before angrily whining as if she knew that already. She clung to your arm however.

“Brainz!”