Day 122: Zombie babies

Day 122:

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

There are tiny zombie children running around in my yard yelling “GRRR” like their zombie elders and attempting to kill me.

My salvation so far is the bar on the door, which even those little monsters haven’t figured out how to lift.

So somehow these things do breed. And oh are they ugly. I hope I don’t come across a whole kindergarten of them.

Watercolor of two zombies, identical except for the fact that the one on the left is a child that reaches half the high of the adult on the right. They even wear the same teal shirt and purple pants.
The zombie union is very strict about the uniform.