Zombie Dust

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  • APOLOGIES TO RTROYER *

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, Santa was sneaking as quiet as a mouse. To the bedroom he snuck, then lifted with care, a bottle of white powder, labeled, Zombie Dust, beware. When morning did come, those nestled in beds, where surprised to find an urge to rip of some heads. Their bodies where bloodied after the long nap, skin ripped and torn and oozing like sap. Out from the bed they arose, what a clatter. Searching for something to make them much fatter.

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