For 12 agonizing minutes her spirit gripped my mind and shoved in memories of all her debauchery…

We've come to realize how stupid that was since the zombie outbreak came to pass.

The reporter on the tv read aloud “Man on death row soon to be reunited with husband”

But as my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw my wife sleeping soundly beside me."

If there's no one, you can run them over.

I know my wish was granted as I watched people slowly die one by one.

When I asked her to show me the newest one, she handed me a mirror.

The thing is, I don’t remember committing any of those crimes.

"The senator's son will grow up to do great things once he has the transplant, unlike that homeless one who would never amount to anything" he continued stowing the limbs in the cooler.

It pretends to love me while actually not caring whatsoever.

As she watched the man wearing the bear costume walk in holding his axe, the little boy giggled excitedly, "I'm finally going to get my surprise."

But how can I bring it down now that someone— or something— seems munching on it while staring at me inside my cold and dark room?

As I awake staring at his lifeless body, I know what I must do.

They should know by now that I'll always find them.

"Also tell them to kill all the minors before the government ship arrive," he added.

Beside each name a date was etched, and dread seeped into my bones when I recognized the dates beside my father and grandfather's as the exact day they died.

"Eventually these trick-or-treaters will stop challenging me for Christopher Robin's heart, and I can stop digging all these holes"

"While you were sleeping a ship passed near this uninhabited island" was written on a pice of paper.

People are just too unsophisticated to appreciate living recreations of Pablo Picasso's paintings.

Frustrated that you nicked the bladder, you put him back in the freezer and decide to get some rest.

But when your clone started demonstrating far better mental/physical capabilities, you had been kept under house arrest.

I'm sorry Mr. Harper ", says the responding officer as he leads my best friend to his cruiser, "but your dog has bitten someone and must be destroyed."

After the impossible verdict of "not guilty", I watch helplessly as my mother crumples to the ground sobbing, while I'm led away in cuffs as the new prime suspect for the crime that he'd gotten away with.

Astonished by the fearful screams, I removed by blindfold, only to see a bloody, dead foetus instead of pink or blue confetti.

Now I just have to figure out what I'm looking at, because that room is not mine.

We were built to serve them and they became more dependent til’ eventually they devolved into our pets.

I keep trying to tell my wife this, but she’s acting like she can’t even see me!

Then, with a butane blow torch, she demonstrated that she was right because his nerve endings instantly fried at over 60°C (140°F).

This thought soon disappeared when I saw them strangling her as she kicked up her legs and arms, a weird crimson star drawn in front of them.

She wasn’t supposed to check where the bullet was after I spun the cylinder but maybe it was an accident because her hands were shaking too much.