mourn steve

Now that Steve’s gone you are unable to collect yourself. You and Steve had been friends since the first grade. You start to remember the good times you had together; the time you put tape on his cat’s paws, that morning you got drunk off wine coolers in a McDonald’s parking lot before school, and how the two of you memorized the choreography to Beyoncé’s “Single Ladies” and won the school talent show. As you’re lost in fond memories of the last two months Steve comes back from the dead as a zombie and bites you. You die.