The party was in Sam’s basement. String lights, glitter skulls, a piñata shaped like a torso. They’d just started playing “Thriller” for the third time when the back door crashed open.
For three full seconds, no one moved.
Then Chloe grabbed a fireplace poker. Jade shoved the snack table over like a riot shield. Mia locked eyes with Sam and whispered, “Best party ever.” girls zombie party
The invitation said: “Zombie party. Brains optional. Costumes mandatory.” The party was in Sam’s basement
Not a joke. Not a bit.
Real zombies. Gray skin. Empty eyes. Moaning for real brains. girls zombie party