Chapter 242: You’re Going To Hell!
I perched the sunglasses I was wearing on top of my head as the mutated zombie delivered my drink. It was the cutest thing in the world with the coconut shell, straw, and even a little umbrella. I almost didn’t want to drink it...
The zombie bowed deep enough that its head almost set it off balance as it took the drink off of the tray and put it on the table beside me. Another mutated zombie slathered some sunscreen in its hand before applying it to my back. It was cold enough that it caused me to shiver a bit, and I looked at the creature.
"It’s cold," I growled, not happy at the temperature. The cute zombie frantically nodded its head so hard that I thought it was going to fall off before bringing its hands up to its mouth and breathed on them.
Ever so slowly, it put its hands back on my back, and I nodded in approval. "Much better, thank you."
The mutated zombie’s shoulders dropped as if in relief, and I turned my attention to the group of zombies playing in the ocean just in front of me. They were using one of their heads as a beach ball and were tossing it around to each other, trying to keep it out of the water.
Every time the rest of the body tried to regrow itself, one of the zombies bit it off and swallowed it. Who knew the zombies could eat themselves? And who knew that zombies could spend the day at the beach just like everyone else?
I hadn’t been here very long, but the second I stepped foot in this place, it was like ringing the dinner bell. Anyone who had been here previously was nothing but mutated zombies or food for the mutated zombies. And they wanted me on the menu.
There were no killer clowns or dumb zombies, so one nut’s wish didn’t leak out past Country M. In fact, it was all very peaceful.
Once my sunscreen was adequately applied, because skin cancer was still a thing, I leaned back into my lounge chair and replaced my sunglasses. This was paradise, and I really didn’t see myself wanting to leave any time soon.