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This morning your best friend turned into a zombie and you were left holding the broom. What happens next?
She stomped the end of the broom on the scuffed wooden floor. “No fair! I want to be the zombie this time!”
Sid shrugged. “You lose. Better be faster this time.” He pulled on the tattered zombie bandages, one eyeball falling out, mouth stained with blood and flesh hanging from the teeth.
She stomped the broom again as he lumbered off. “I’d show you losing,” she muttered, hurrying off to gather the ingredients for her most impressive spell ever.
A dead cockroach. Dirt from the cellar of the house. (There might be bodies buried underneath.) Hairs and dead leaves from the abandoned house’s corners and grime from the broken stove.
Grabbing an old pot from the floor, she placed it on a burner and dumped all the ingredients inside, adding several cups of rusty water.
“Boil, boil, trouble and trouble. Witches brew and cauldrons bubble!”
Galloping around on the broom as it cooked.
When Sid came shambling back in, she grabbed up the pot and tossed the contents into his face, cockroach sticking to his nose.
“Loser!” she shouted and flew away.
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