My Little Zombie Problem

I’ve never been like the other girls; always just a little different. I know, I should try to accept that I don’t fit stereotypes, and I’m usually pleased about this; but in some way not being a sheep can have its negatives. This situation is a perfect example.

While most people have a problem with roaches or mice infesting their homes. Me? I have this little zombie problem.

Hi. My name is Shauna and I have a zombie problem. (“Hi Shauna.”)

How did I get into this predicament? It was carelessness, and I have no excuse. If you want to judge me there’s nothing I can do about it. Just remember every time you point the finger at someone else there’s three pointing back at you.

What happened is I failed as a housekeeper. I left a dead noob rotting on the top floor of the house at Dear Prudence Rock Club. I did not clean up as I should have and now I am paying the price: zombies have infested Dear Prudence!

Are you shocked? Maybe you keep your sim all tidy, but sometimes don’t you just want to leave the dishes in the sink? Don’t you just want to let those dead noobs lay there?

I was raised to believe that I should clean up after myself, and I admit I was lazy. It was my fault . . . but not entirely. Yamarontoast Dagger has been an extremely bad influence here too.

Hey, I know what you’re thinking. “Shauna, you’re the one who is the bad influence on people.” That’s probably true. But Toastie is the one obsessed with these zombie things, and I have no doubt the zombies are attracted to that more than the dead noob inside the house. I mean, Toastie’s all “Zombina and the Skeletones are better than the Beatles” and stuff. Well, no wonder these zombies have appeared. Come to think of it, I don’t think the zombie problem is my fault at all. It’s Toastie’s. And therefore Toastie should pay for the exterminator.

The first time the noob zombies appeared was when we walked into the house. They were sneaky, and had planned a surprise party for us. There they were with their ugly non-prim hair and default boy-next-door shirts. They were even wearing boxes for a split second just like regular noobs, but moaning and groaning, green skin and red eyes. Some were half bent backwards yet still managing to walk. I must admit they were more interesting than regular noobs for sure, and I was about to giggle when all of a sudden . . . BITE. The zombie noobs starting BITING Toastie and I. How totally out of line!

Fortunately they are slow so we got away from them. Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to type this, would I? Slow or not they’ve become a pain. Would you believe they even crawled over the wall onto our neighbor Lok Games property. Not long after I noticed Lok Games rebuilding and putting big walls up. Well, I don’t blame them. Zombies have bad breath, and how can you play zyngo if there’s a moaning green noob breathing down your neck?

My friend Marianne Shan from the Penny Lanes (aka Lucy in the Sky) is a nice girl. She loves the Beatles, peace, love, and cute stuff like Sponge Bob. I found out she also likes guns though. When the zombies started coming Marianne was picking them off one by one. She was doing fine without my help, but I got my gangsta bat out and chipped in to help her anyway. We Pennies stick together, after all. Besides, Helter Skelter was playing in the background.

Toastie really needs to get rid of the zombies. I mean, we were sitting in the arcade and all of a sudden they started dropping from the sky. Jeez, can’t we have a conversation? JP Lancaster has been away, so he’s not really seen the extent of this infestation. He’ll probably be upset with me over it. I can just see him standing in front of the radio board trying to listen to Stairway to Heaven, only to suddenly be moaned at and bitten by zombies.

Hey, come to think of it, these zombies may not be so bad after all. ;)

To be continued . . . .

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