In her dream, Madison fled up the forest game trail to escape her vindictive zombie boyfriend. When the chrome bumper and rusted hood of an old navy Thunderbird appeared tucked back in a weed patch, she asked: Are you the ghost cousin of Christine from the scary movie, or are you my refuge? Though she feared that animals might be living in the car, she rushed forward, yanked open the driver’s side door, and climbed in. As her zombie boyfriend approached, the headlights flipped on, and the radio blared to life. Madison exhaled. Oh, yes, my lovely car, you’re both.
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