by Sarah Billington
I, Zombie can't wait to eat the little girl.
The old man looks like he'd be a bit tough and gristly, and the teenage boy keeps waving that bat around, but the little girl, so rosy cheeked, so tender. Her heart beating so fast. He can't wait to hold it, hot and wet in his hands, then rip it apart with his teeth. But he isn't the only zombie to find them.
He's got a fight on his hands, but with wh