Deb Whitman is the host of 42 Words
Now I suspect there may be a few people who are hesitant to wander down this path but when you think about it, its only 42 words and I’m sure you can come up with an idea or two.
It doesn’t have to be the zombie apocalypse, perhaps someone becomes a zombie after a hard week at work, perhaps its a song, a street name, or even a chicken dance. You get my drift here, let the imagination flow and see when it takes you.
They were all sitting there. Blank faces eyes fixed and staring ahead. The sight sent a chill down my spine. I tried sneaking past them quietly but one of them saw me.
I want food, mom, said one of the TV zombies