It was nighttime in your neighborhood. The lawn was looking just nice with all the squares in the lawn from your mowing.

You freeze in shock at the sight of something, no, someone sprinting full force at you.

A big and bulky zombie girl, wearing a red football outfit drooling with her arms out toward you, her tongue slack on her cheek as she tackles you like a football.

She repeatedly kisses you with desperation, while murmuring “Brainz” repeatedly.

“Brainz! Brainz! Brainzzz~”