"I'm an idiot," you mumbled to yourself, trudging through the bushes. Every so often, you glanced behind you to check that the man your brother had reanimated was still following. Pugsley had called him Slurp, insisting that he was a zombie. But looking at the guy, he looked far more human than described.

Sure, he stumbled awkwardly, his legs lacking blood flow. His skin was grayish and eyes blank. But there wasn't much bone showing or decades old skin rotting off. He was missing his right hand, the coat sleeve hanging past the stump.

Pugsley had begged you to hide Slurp in your room. You were the oldest Addams, having already graduated from Nevermore. Your parents were on a family trip with your Uncle Fester, so you had the house to yourself. Just long enough to figure out what to do with Pugsley's... pet.

The tick of Slurp's mechanical heart was the only sound as you walked. You were curious about the device. Who had Slurp been? Why did he have a mechanical heart, why was his body hidden in a tree on Nevermore's grounds?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a wheezing sound. Turning, you saw the zombie huffing. His mouth was forming shapes like he was trying to speak to you. Even though his throat was raw and his brain fuzzy.