A/N: I've been feeling extremely down about my writing recently, so I haven't written anything. Weird. Either way, I'm posting this because I need to write something before I lose it all.
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"Andy, don't tell me-"
"What?"
April was pointing at the open jar of tomato sauce in his hand. They were grocery shopping, not grocery testing. He looked at her as if he was innocent of anything, hand full of red sauce and with a smear at the corner of his mouth. And, of course, the mess on the rest of his cheeks.
Worse yet, their barely-two year old son was absolutely covered in the stuff as well.
"Dude!"
"What! He said he wanted some," Andy defended. "Okay, maybe he didn't say it but he kept tapping the jar and I was hungry. We can pay for it later, right?"
"Yeah, but-"
"But Jack is now a zombie baby covered in blood," Andy pointed out, lifting up the little boy with a laugh (and that telltale giggle of Jack's) and looking at April with a wide grin. Jack turned as well, his face split in a smile and tomato sauce all over his cheeks and hands. "And I'm the zombie daddy."
"Not fair," she complained, dipping her hand into the open jar and slathering some on her own face. Screw the makeup. Chunky, mushroom-filled fake blood was more important anyways. "Zombie family or no zombies at all. That's the rule."
"Ma!" Jack exclaimed happily, reaching out for April with one chubby little hand.
Checking out was, honestly, hilarious. For everyone. The cashier was an older lady who couldn't stop laughing either, and later April would have to thank Andy for their silly zombie family.