The Purple Zombie

I was terrified. I had this foreboding that weighed heavy on my heart. Then I saw them. The zombies had arrived. Walking slowly their bodies twisted and creaking like broken twigs in the wind. Then it appeared. The Zombie in the purple clad that was unlike all the others. You should’ve seen the sheer happiness in its eyes and the devilish grin that was plastered on its rotting face as it made for me. It was fast and for some reason it knew me and it wanted to get me. In my heart, I knew it would.