Post by Noah on May 7, 2009 14:58:08 GMT -5
The potato hears scratching underneath the vegetable drawer. It sounds as though many hands want to break through and grab the poor little potato. The potato doesn't want to be eaten but what can it do? Potatos have no legs to run away upon nor arms to crawl away. Of course, potatos also don't have ears to hear scratching nor brains to think about being eaten, but the potato is quite insane so it doesn't quite understand these things.
Noah is lying in the dark, curled in a fetal position. The zombies are attempting to claw through the fridge and only the thin steel seperates them and Noah. He is whispering quietly to himself.
"Potato...potato...potato..."
Noah is lying in the dark, curled in a fetal position. The zombies are attempting to claw through the fridge and only the thin steel seperates them and Noah. He is whispering quietly to himself.
"Potato...potato...potato..."