Prequel

It was decided by my newspaper staff that, in the event of a zombie apocalypse, I would be the first to die because a) I am too nice to kill and devour the flesh of my friends even if I were starving, b) I wouldn’t want to offend a zombie so I’d probably allow it to eat my brain before I could tell it to go away and/or kill it, and c) because I look rather tasty, apparently.

I was told that if I was the first to die and my mate failed to save me, I’d get to be the zombie queen of Canada (and I've recently been promised Ireland and Scotland as well), and control a vast number of zombie minions………


HENCE THIS.
I like zombies.


...Soooo who wants a kiss (bite) from a pretty little maned wolf? :D I promise I won't be turning you into a zombie minion or anything like that........... ;D