It was 8:45am, Carter had overslept. Well, the last couple days had been tiring, even if he was inanimate for most of them. He phoned Kristi, Bobby and Vinnie, and hopped on his bike. Car privileges were revoked for coming in after curfew.
The pompous mayor was just plunging a golden shovel into the ground. In addition to the dirt, he brought up a dead cat imbedded in the end of the spade. Startled, he shook the shovel. Little crosses fell out of the cat. It's eyes glowed preternaturally in the morning sunlight, and it spoke.
A female catty voice said, "Garlic works only on vampires. You should have used rock salt!"
It leapt up on to the mayor's face sinking its fangs deep in his cheek. Blood flowed, the mayor turned pale and fainted. The police chief drew his gun and shot the cat. The bullet when clean through and into the unconscious mayor's head. Instantly, the dead mayor opened his eyes and rose, now the undead zombi slave of Stacy that damned cat. He bit the police chief who was apologizing for shooting the mayor, while the zombi mayor was also strangling the chief to death. The chief managed to get off three more rounds into the mayor before he joined the growing legion of zombiis.
Kristi, Vinnie and Bobby rode up on their bikes to see the adults fleeing. Carter filled them in.
What were they going to do now?
Kristi pointed out a gasoline fuel truck that apparently was parked to fuel up the earthmovers later. Vinnie said, "Rock salt, and fire are the two best ways to kill zombiis, though I've heard living wood can also do the job." And he smiled.
Carter felt a woody growing in his loins. His joints felt strangely stiff. He was living wood!
The zombi mayor charged, Carter plunged his wooden fist at the end of his limb right through the soft fleshy corpse. Instantly, it melted into a heap of bones and slime.
Stacy pounced and broke a tooth biting into Carter's bark covered arm.
Carter smiled, and said, "I never heard of a zombii tree?"
Stacy looked up to see Carter's other wooden arm coming down to crush her flat like a club. Road kill Stacy still lived, and the flattened zombi cat scuttled away as her growing number of minions rushed Carter and Vinnie. Kristi and Bobby had slipped off to hijack the gasoline truck.