It was bound to happen eventually. Snoopy was on top of his dog house writing another best seller when the first one approached.
He paid no heed to it, thinking it just another Peanut with social commentary thinly veiled as witty banter.
But something was different. Charlie Brown looked different somehow….more vacant than usual…the social commentary didn’t come…and he had a bite out of the side of his head.
And then it happened. Linus fell, tripping over his blanket as Charlie Brown, Snoopy and Peppermint Patty descended upon him in a inhumane feeding frenzy.
They were zombies, one and all, and only Snoopy and Woodstock were left.
This is no longer a democracy, it’s a dogtatorship. Survive or become one of them… the peanut gallery means business.
Inspired by Peanuts and Zombies.
