From Drop Dead Beautiful, To Just Drop Dead.
"How did it come to this?" Jennifer, the Zombie Queen asked of her loyal zombie horde.
A reply never came, unless you count a moan.
Jennifer Page never wanted to be a leader, and especially didn't like the idea of leading the undead. She didn't even get to graduate high school for that matter. It's now five months into the zombie apocalypse and her life as a pampered prom queen seems like ancient history.
Her boyfriend Adam is no longer among the living, or the undead. He was flattened by a speeding truck. He was still a bit twitchy after the hit and run. She often wondered if he was still feeling anything afterwards. The thought still makes her cringe.
"Can anyone of you speak? Can you say anything more than a grunt or moan?" She asked the crowd of zombies milling about her, like moths to a flame.
She didn't know how she could still speak, while everyone else like her can barely get out a sound. As she sat watching this slow motion mosh pit, she was going a bit stir crazy and decided she needed to get out of this nightmare.
"Listen up everyone. I am going on a road trip. If you want to take a chance, and do something... anything other than this... then feel free to come along!"
She knew this trip would be a risky thing to do, with everyone alive hunting down and killing zombies these days. She decided it was a risk worth taking. Her good looks were fading fast, and she wasn't going down without a fight.
She took one last look into a small hand held mirror she found in an abandoned house. She spent a good deal of time looking into that mirror, getting more depressed with every glance. Her long locks of dark brown hair looked like a rats nest, and her big brown eyes were getting duller by the day.
"OMG... I lost an ear, and I look horrible! I cannot take this anymore!" She shouted to the heavens, as if someone up there might be listening and could come to her rescue.
She marched her zombie hoard five hundred strong down Interstate 95 South, headed toward Florida. It was a long, slow walk. A long drawn out agonizing walk, which seemed like an eternity to her. It's a trip worth taking, as she really needed some beach time, she thought to herself.
She really missed lying on a beach, catching some rays and getting a beautiful tan. Some glances from afar from good looking men were a bonus. Vanity still appears to be a thing, even if you're undead.
They encountered a group of the living on the way, and they started shooting at her entourage of undead. There was a haze of bullets flying at her at a furious pace.
"This is just perfect, I am never going to make it to the bea.."
These were the last words of Jennifer Page, as the bullet pierced her brain and her skull exploded.
A prom queen no more.
