Haven't blogged about zombies recently...
As a shout out to Nick Miller of New Girl , here's the start of my very own zombie novel : At age 14, Tree Banner didn't think there was anything worse in life than the name her hippy parents had stuck her with. Especially since her body type screamed anything but “Tree.” At age 24, however, she discovered she had been dead wrong [1] . Zombies eating said hippy parents was much worse than the name they had so lovingly bestowed upon her. At this very moment, however, Tree was thinking of anything except her name, her parents, or their being eaten. She was trying not to be eaten herself. She and her gang of misfits [2] were hunkered down in a big old Victorian house for the night. They didn't usually like big houses, but they had been in a rush and this one was already fortified. Though not very well if the inhabitants were no longer there. The corpses of the inhabitants were not there either, however, so they either made a break for it or were walki...