Desperate for Brilliance or Brilliant Desperation?

“I’m out of squirrel brains to toss to the zombie dogs and cats following us! Now what?”

“This is what!”

The car sped up, crashing through the foundry gate and into the service doors.

“Grab the zombie mosquito out of the trunk… bring that empty bag the brains were in. Hurry!”

The interior of the foundry looked as alien to them as a normal life as they raced toward the huge furnace ahead of the zombie pack.

“While I open the furnace door, you pour the juice from that bag on the mosquito.”

“I hope this works.”

“So do I.”