A/N: Heres a small treat for you folks out there who love zombies!...And KFC
Disclaimer: I do not own KFC, zombies, Or Snowball Machines. You have been warned.
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My job gets harder and harder each day. One day I'm working at a normal Kentucky Fried Chicken, taking the orders of obese people. Then, within an hour, I'm being forced to serve human remains to malnourished zombies. How did this predicament come to happen? Let me begin...
It was a normal day, and I was working the register at KFC. Business was slow, but I thought that was only because I forgot to switch the 'closed' sign 'open' again. Apparently not. Apparently, zombies had taken over the town and I was completely oblivious to the whole thing.
I was about to go home, because there were no customers, and my manager hadn't even shown up, when a giant Hummer crashed KFC. Before I could react, zombies had taken over the place. They changed the lettering on the large sign outside, using what they called a "g-sharpie." I raised my eyebrow in horror! When I thought of what the "P" meant, and I sighed with relief when I found out it just meant 'People'
The zombies weren't what I expected they would be...They were more like Gangsters They got me by the neck with their giant gold chains, threatened to me. They threw a dead body at me and to "Get Cookin', Fleshy!" Zombies can be so rude! Fearing that they would eat my brain, I obeyed them. I picked up the dead body and dragged it into the kitchen saying "Ew ew ew!...Ewww. How can necrophiliacs enjoy this?" The entire time. I deep fried the arms and legs and sprinkled some bloody hair, and on top for the fun of it. They liked it, thankfully, and agreed to spare my life. It was winter time and after selling my friends limbs to hungry anorexic looking gangster zombies, I decided to play in the snow.
Playfully, I had made a snowball and threw it at a zombie while he was going to town on some dudes nose. The zombie screamed in pain and burst into flowers. Yes, Flowers. It turned into a pile of pretty little roses and tulips. "This must be the Zombies weakness!" I thought to myself. Right before my break was over, I ran down to the Wal-mart with a plan and a snowball. After hours of preparing, I drove into KFP with a giant, snowball machine. Suddenly deciding to act like those old fashioned action movies, I screamed out in my corniest (yet rather convincing) accent, "Say hello..." The sound of the machine clicked and clacked in the background, "...To my REALLY big friend!" The turret exploded, and snowballs rapid-fired all over the place! Before I knew it, the entire resturant was covered in nothing but flowers. That's when I realized something...
I'm allergic to pollen!
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed. Because I certainly did.