Brian awoke from the sleep of death and shambled forward, hungry for brains.
During his life he’d worked at the theme park, bringing joy to children with his cartoonish visage. Now that visage no longer inspired joy as he staggered through the grounds, determined, unstoppable, ever looking for hapless victims, but ever unsated.
He would, from time to time, catch a still-living victim, but once he had them in his grasp he found he could not, however hard he tried, sink his teeth into their tender, succulent flesh.
There’s nothing more tragic than a Zombie trapped in a mascot suit.