“Bah, I hate Zombies, they always make me go so woozy in the head”, he said to his fellow traveler. They were the only two on that dark moonless night on that road leading to the cemetery from the town.
“So do I, especially when Jim mixes them. He is such a novice at bartending. “
This post has been written for Trifecta : Week Ninety Eight writing challenge where the post had to use the following definition of Zombie : a mixed drink made of several kinds of rum, liqueur and fruit juice.