The Case of Zombie O’Malley

“I say, my dear Walton, what are you doing?”

The voice was familiar, though a bit more gravelly than I remembered. I turned around to find a half-decomposed Irishman whom I recognized as my deceased colleague, Shamrock O’Malley. “My goodness, what has happened to you, Shamrock?” I blurted out.

“Isn’t it obvious, Walton? I have risen from the dead through unnatural (most likely magical) means.”

“B-but that’s impossible!”

“How long have you been with me, Walton, and you still don’t—” Shamrock’s jawbone detached from his skull. He sighed and reattached it, “Quite an inconvenience being of the living dead.”

I shuddered.

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