Labbin' it!

Man, if you are listening to your crappy R&B on headphones, then I should not be able to hear it clearly from the complete opposite end of the room. Either you are listening to your crappy R&B at a volume that is going to kill you, hopefully sooner rather than later, or you are purposefully playing your crappy R&B at a volume so that everybody in the room can hear you, because you are an inconsiderate bitch.

So yeah, I'm in the computer lab. And there is a... I will say 'creature', there is a creature listening to crappy R&B that I can hear very clearly. Also she is singing along to it, and when a gentleman asked her to quiet it down, she refused. To her credit, he asked in a profoundly dickish way, but still... grr. Sometimes people irk me so.

Anyway, I wrote a short story that I was intending to share with you lot today. It needs some work still, but I was opening it to public opinion... however, with no Internet access (as I haven't any Internet access today), it proved more difficult than it would be worth, so it will be postponed to tomorrow. However! I will provide hints:

1. The story concerns zombies!
2. The story is a LOVE story!
3. The story is told in the first person... kind of!

That's all! More tomorrow!