“The security guard asked me what I was doing in the park at 2am. I told him I was burying a body. He didn’t seem happy with that. He was so unhappy that he reached for his gun and his walkie-talkie at the same time. This was his undoing. He never saw the shovel coming. Now one more body cluttered the landscaped lawn. I hoped I had enough lime to cover both of them. I’d found the instructions online. Same place as the instructions on how to make your own zombie. Those hadn’t worked. But the night was still young.” Flash FictionSplatter Book:Tales from the Crying Room - 3 twisted short stories, 20 short short stories, and a play Source: Tales from the Crying Room - 3 twisted short stories, 20 short short stories, and a play