Cinnamon

We ran out of cinnamon on Friday the 13th. A worse fate was unimaginable.
The bakery was surely doomed. 
I leaned over the counter and stared at the crowds outside, screaming for their cookies.

Most of them would be dead the next day.

If only the zombies liked chocolate chip cookies.


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