My life as The Walking Dead. Monday night, 7 pm, my family is about to watch The Walking Dead the day after it airs so as to skip commercials. I enter the living room and witness the first five minutes when my wife Lindsay Jimenez pulls me aside, I wish to watch The Walking Dead, She says as she leads me to the attic. But the baby is hungry, so somebody has to be snackrificed. She pushes me into the confined space of the attic and closes the door behind me. What? No! I protest, realizing all too late what I have been cornered into. I turn around to see my daughter, Laelle Jimenez crawling towards me, growling hungrily. Honey, you dont have to do this. I cry. There has to be another way! Im a human being! You cant do this to another human being! I push at the door, but it is firmly secured with my wife in front of it, I look and see the my daughter has spotted me. I should move before she reaches - too late! I cry in agony as my own daughter, who is always hungry and will eat anything and everything starts devouring her only father. Satisfied that I cannot escape, my wife leaves to finish the show. As she leaves I yell, Her bedtime was in an hour, you could have waited! But my cries fall on deaf ears. Laelle laughs at her daddys protests, I only smile back, Tainted meat. I grin, Tainted MEEEAATT!!!
Posted on: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 12:19:44 +0000
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