Once upon a time there was a writer who had one too many things to write. thus he acquired the help of a local bokor(shaman) to make him a zombie that will be of great use to him but shit happened because the shaman thought he wanted to be a zombie instead of wanting a zombie and in the end of the whole mess, he was a zombie before he could say 'the end'.
After being turned by the shaman he searched high and low for a place whereby he could satisfy his hunger for brains.
And here he was.
After being turned by the shaman he searched high and low for a place whereby he could satisfy his hunger for brains.
And here he was.