The invitation said: “Zombie party. Brains optional. Costumes mandatory.”
The party was in Sam’s basement. String lights, glitter skulls, a piñata shaped like a torso. They’d just started playing “Thriller” for the third time when the back door crashed open.
Real zombies. Gray skin. Empty eyes. Moaning for real brains.
They didn’t scream. They didn’t hide.
For three full seconds, no one moved.
Here’s a short piece based on I’ve written it as a flash fiction scene — part dark humor, part survival, part friendship. Title: Brainsss & BFFs
Then Chloe grabbed a fireplace poker. Jade shoved the snack table over like a riot shield. Mia locked eyes with Sam and whispered, “Best party ever.”
