Real life stories as sponsered by the undead...
	Zombies It was a normal evening in mid November when an unsuspecting mother going by the name of Mary Jane took her family for a midnight walk around the old graveyard, for it was a bit of a drive so they took three cars and an extra can of petrol, you know, just in case… Little did she know or even understand the forces of darkness that were present in that particular spot. Her husband parked up the 1st car and started to unpack the picnic, just at that point her dad arrived bringing her kids in his old Nissan Sunny. Darkness was looming as the kids ran off to play hide-and-seek  behind the older grave stones and Mary Jane heard a distant crash and the voice of her youngest son, Jimmy shouting out 'Mummy I've broken my torch!' Just then as if from nowhere, but in actual fact it came from the old-cobweb covered grave situated 2 metres north east of Jimmy's exact position, there came a terrifying laugh - 'muhahahaha'.
				'Oh my God, What is that?' Cried Mary Jane pointing at the dark figure towering above her little Jimmy. 'I do believe that's a zombie dear' Answered her ever logical husband Frank. 'But what is he doing to our little boy?' She quizzed again. 'Why isn't it obvious?' he retorted 'He's devouring him!' Just then she heard another loud voice behind her, as she spun around after making no sense of the almost gargled dialect she realised that six more of the flesh-craving un-dead creatures had appeared and were busying themselves by chewing on he tough skin of what was left of her parents… 'Oh Frank, you've got to stop them, do something' she exclaimed. Her husband gave her a quick sharp look, then answered: 'Look I'm sorry dear, but these satanic beasts need nourishment too you know, stop being silly and finish your picnic' And with that he tucked into his cheese and pickle sandwich.