Chapter 8

Chapter eight, eight things I decided to do to prepare for the zombie invasion by hank ziper, one move to the moon. Oh, wait, there's no air there. Two, move to mars await. There's no air there either. Three move to france await. I don't know the french word for black and white cookie. Four move to the north pole. Oh, wait, my winter jacket is at the dry cleaners.

Five, move to hawaii. Oh, wait, emily wants to go there. So I have to take her. Well, forget that six move, cheerio and me to the basement. Wait, that's the first place. The zombies would look seven hide under the couch in the living room. Oh, wait, there's so much dust under there. I would sneeze and give myself away. Eight. Face it, hank, your toast.

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