~Epilogue~
Thriller
He wakes up in his death.
The burning hunger deep down within makes him growl.
Brains, he craves for brains. Warm, gooey, bloody, fresh human brains.
A walking corpse. A creature of the night. A monster of darkness. A greyish green zombie. That's what he is.
He doesn't feel. He doesn't care. He just wants brains. Sweet, fluffy, pudding-like brains. His sole addiction. His meaning and purpose.
He moans. He groans. He drools. He struggles.
He's forever trapped inside a concrete block.
He's no long handsome. He's still hairy. He no longer smells like garlic, beer, and cheese.
He smells like a zombie.
A large piece of decomposing meat.
He's trapped at the bottom of the sea.
He no longer knows what a cupcake is.
He wants no cupcake.
He wants brains.
Brains.
Brains.
Fresh gooey yummy human brains.
He doesn't care what a cupcake is.
He doesn't care how a cupcake tastes.
He wants no cupcake.
He wants brains.
Brains.
Brains.
"Brains...brains...brains..." He moans and drools and growls, "Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu m..."