Monster Zombies are Coming for Johnny

I’ve got you now, boy,” the monster zombie rasped. Why is it that monsters always have raspy voices? Haven’t they ever heard of cough drops? Anyway, his gross fingers wrapped around my wrist and held tight. My skin felt like it was on fire under his touch, which gave me a helpful reminder: that I had fire of my own because I had a torch of my own. Sometimes, things work out. I swung the torch at the monster zombie’s hollow face. I could see his skin melting like marsh­mallows over a campfire. It would take me a while to have an appetite for campfire marshmallows after seeing that. Yuck! Then the monster zombie