Ice Cream, Pizzas and Tacos

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I wouldn't be surprised if I have created a similar comic strip in the past.  My father died a few years ago and I tend to ponder more about death; how everything will turn to dust one day and how everything will seem like a dream when we are all gone.

But while we are alive, we have to make the most out of it.  Love more, create more, share more.  Just live your best life so that at the end of it all, there will be no regrets.

The Zombies and I

My heart beated fast as I huddled in my closet, knowing the fate that awaited me downstairs.  About 10 zombies got into my house and I had no choice but to find a place to hide.  How would skinny ‘ole me survive this apocalypse?

As I leaned back I accidentally knocked down my baseball bat.  Surely the noise would attract those zombies?   But as I touch the cold metal, hope began to rise up my chest.  I WOULD NOT BE DEFEATED BY THOSE STINKY HALF-DEAD MONSTERS!!!

So I stood up, gripped the bat and opened the closet door.

And with tears in my eyes, I started to swing down the bat to a female zombie that looked remarkably like my mother, beside a zombie that looked like my father and a crawling baby zombie that looked like my baby brother.

-The End-