Literature
So, A Zombie Walks Into A Bar...
"Knock knock."
"Who's there?"
"A zombie."
"A zombie, who?"
"Larry, from next door."
"I... I don't get it, Brandon."
"...Ricky, Are you gonna open the door?"
"Oh! Shit, hold on."
I scrambled to my feet and rushed through the pizza box and soda can littered living room towards the front door. I tried my best to shove some of the trash under the coffee table and into any little nook and cranny I could find along the way. Larry would absolutely tell Mom and Dad when they got home. And then I would be grounded for, like, ever.
Larry was already knocking again by the time I reached the door. His knuckles make crisp little taps on the metal