It was Friday night and we were all out of beer. Paul said he would go get some if i payed for it. I gave em 20 bucks and he left for the store. when he came back he told me that some kids were “playing zombie” out front of our flat. Paul being the dumb ass he is joined the kids as the innocent victim. later that night i woke up around 230 am with a screaming headache and noticed the power was out. i used my cell phone as a light to make my way to the breaker box when i found Paul in the kitchen, all f’d up. i asked him what was wrong and he tried to bite me. i quickly brushed him off and continued to the breaker box. everything seemed fine and then there was Paul again doing this weird heavy breathing thing in my ear. “knock it off asshole” i said and went back to my room. He must still be drunk i thought as i lay in bed. The little fucker had the nerve to bust into my room then “bing” the lights came on. This was it, a kinda living, not really breathing piece of undead shit was in my room. not me mother fucker. and i bashed in his skull with a football helmet. paul would be so pissed. It wasnt until the next morning when i noticed the pic on my phone.

Is that you Paul?