Rain was surprised to see a fellow zombie sit down with her. She had been getting used to eating alone but it was a nice surprise. "Rain Rottingham," she nodded, taking another bite of her own brain stew. She really loved the meals in this school.
"Yeah, though I don't stand much of a shot. As you know, we zombies ain't popular. But you know, that's why I'm running. I want undead to be noticed in this school. Too long we have been on the bottom rung of the social class, too long have we been ridiculed or judged for simply what we are. I think it's time the undead take a stand." She hadn't meant to get into a speech but she was passionate about her beliefs.
Of course, popularity was key in these things and that was something Rain was not very good at, and of course public relations in general. "Would you like one of my buttons?" Rain asked as she shuffled through her pocket. Grinning victoriously, she slid a button over to the other ghoul.
"It's not much...," she commented sadly. "So, what's your name? Are you sporty? You should try out for the Casketball Club, join the Amityville Horrors!" The Casketball team needed more members and something about this zombie called out to her. She seemed tough and you had to be tough to play sports.
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