Day 9 of Christmas cheer!

 

Michelle’s
Christmas traditions

Christmas is a quiet event in our house. Mainly because the only person there is my cat, Loki. The rest of us can be found around the corner at the parents, enjoying
turkey, ham, veggies, and mounds of mash, as well as prezzies, drinks, and
after dinner games. There is one thing that is a given every year, however, and
that is socks. We all get them. From fluffy ones to thermal ones to ones
covered in frogs, every year we have socks. And we all love it.
 
“We all lose, son. Either I’ll be in there tonight, or I’ll end up there as one of them when I’m dead.”
 
When the dead first rose, the world thought
they could just kill them. But they only return to their graves with bellies full of flesh and more dead littering the ground. Out of desperation the zombie lottery was born.

One night a year, the dead rise, and every
adult gets their name entered into the lottery. No matter their ability, health, or status. The winners are herded to cemeteries and only one will come out alive, but all pray for the scientists working around the clock to find the answer before the killing is done.

About Michelle Birbeck
 

Michelle
has been writing and reading her whole life. Her earliest memory of books was
when she was five and decided to try and teach her fish how to read, by putting
her Beatrix Potter books in the fish tank with them. Since then her love of
books has grown, and now she is writing her own, and looking forward to seeing
them on her shelves, though they won’t be going anywhere near the fish tank.
 





 

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