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jacket and at last the zombie was effectively decapitated.
Neyol held the zombie’s head like a warlord of a more savage time holding a trophy. The lower body of the zombie started to walk away from the wall, but it fell quickly as it couldn’t receive neural sig- nals from the brain. Blood fell from the beheaded zombie’s body further adding to the blood bath.
Neyol looked at the beheaded and rotting zombie corpse while holding the zombie’s head and said “Well, I guess that zombie got a ‘head off’ himself.”
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Neyol dropped the head of the zombie he was holding and inspected the 2 zombies he had eliminat- ed, both laid on the floor with blood and guts spreading everywhere. Neyol was exhausted, he used up most of his stamina eliminating the 2 zombies.
“Finally...The buggers are dead!” Neyol sighed tiredly and looked at himself in a mirror, he was cov- ered with zombie blood and guts. He moved towards a sink and started washing the blood off his jacket and his face.
“Great Scotts! I can’t believe that I have killed 2 zombies today!” said Neyol started talking to himself with a distressed tone after washing his face. “I mean they were once Human...I did the right thing, did I?”
There was no response.
Neyol closed the sink faucet and wiped his wet face with tissue paper. He looked at himself in the mirror.
“I did the right thing; I was doing it in self-defense.” Neyol said to himself confidently. “I really hope that this day does not become more screwed up than it is.”
Neyol tried cleaning his jacket, but there was too much blood and too little tissue paper. His jack- et’s color was a mix of red and black. He then rearranged his hair so that he would look like Robbie Rotten from Lazy TownTM. He styled it quickly and went to the head of the decapitated zombie and grabbed it by its hair. The head spun around with the toilet plunger spear still stuck on its face.
Neyol tried to pull the toilet plunger spear from the face of the zombie, but it was stuck firmly to the zombie’s face. His effort of trying to take off the toilet plunger spear of the zombie’s head was making more of a mess as the blood of its neck kept spilling on Neyol’s jacket. He immediately stopped pull- ing.
“Damn it!” shouted Neyol, “I have just cleaned my jacket! I need to find a way to remove the spear out or I’m going to be unarmed.”
Neyol looked at the decapitated zombie head and a light bulb figuratively appeared on top of his head. He put down the decapitated zombie head on the ground, put his foot on top of its head and
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