Death on the Back Nine
I thought the golf course might be the one place where I wouldn’t have to worry about zombies. I was on the 13th fairway lining up my next shot when I heard a loud moaning behind me. I turned to see a zombie a couple hundred yards back. He was looking up, shielding his eyes from the sun. He had a golf club in his other hand. I guess he was trying to holler “fore,” because the next thing I knew a golf ball bounced off my head. By the time I came to, the zombie golfer had taken a pretty good bite out of my shoulder. Fortunately, I was able to fight him off. I just hope I can finish my round before I join the ranks of the shuffling dead.
Heh, thanks, this made me laugh out loud when I really needed it.
Comment by TonySmith — April 24, 2009 @ 4:01 pm
Though short, that story had some ‘bite’ to it… Good, humorously macabre story.
Comment by BrianBarnett — April 24, 2009 @ 4:03 pm
Thanks, guys! It’s my very first zombie story.
Comment by Bob Eccles — April 24, 2009 @ 4:13 pm
That’s hilarious…I’m not a golfer and that’s just another reason for me to stay off the course!
Comment by Alan W. Davidson — April 24, 2009 @ 4:58 pm
Despite the protest of many friends and my brother, I’ve never even been on a golf course. And Bob’s hilarious story illustrates why. It’s just too addicting.
Comment by joshua scribner — April 26, 2009 @ 10:34 am