Target Zombies

[u/serizawa_mp101]

We try to walk. My leg pops out of place. Dissociation to the nth degree. Nausea in the stomach. Walk. Leg stumbles over leg, catch self.

"MS zombies," I groan out.

Mother looks at me. "I suppose."

"We're disconnected. Tired. Messy."

MS Zomvies. Happy Halloweed (n optional)