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It would all be over soon, as I was the last of my kind. The only hope for humanity was that zombie scientists would someday clone humans and raise them as livestock.
The evil zombie bastards had young, voluptuous Nell tied to the railroad tracks, as usual. Her little black dress was ripped to shreds, but her long, blonde hair was perfect. I ran as far and as fast as I could. In the middle of what could have been Utah, I decided to run down the center stripe of a deserted highway, hysterically yelling ZOMBIES!!!!
Blood-crazed zombies were closing in on me from all sides. That meant I had those zombies right where I wanted them. It was time to begin ... the unholy experiment.
First, I separated the zombies into two groups. Those who had been through the maze before were in the experimental group. The rest, who were new to the maze, formed the control group. The study investigated whether zombies could learn mazes. I had the control zombies remove their shirts, so it was shirts versus skins.