Bryans pov

I've become richer!!
I realized that if I sell my 'Lovers.' brains and make more money then the pizzeria.
Thanks to MICHEAL attacking Lefty I decided to go and have a chat with him.
To make a long story short. I threatened to cut him off if he did it again.
And besides, it's not like Lefty has any brains.
Because he's an animatronic, not because he's dumb.

I left work and went to a club I went to sometimes.

Then I saw her. A woman braided long brown hair. In a red cocktail dress.
Ugh, Straight brain. Gross.
Still had to satisfy some urges. Time to get flirty.
I walked up to her and she looked embarrassed.
"Hey, who is this ten, I see?" I said. To the blushing woman.
"I guess together we're a twenty?" She responded.
This is going to be great.

Time skip.

I woke up next to a sleeping Anna. That's the woman I met last night. We ended up at her house since mine is getting fumigated.
I got up and changed into my clothes. I went into her bathroom. I checked my tanning.

Yep still look healthy. Well, as healthy for a member of the undead.
I saw sole lipstick on the counter. I wrote with it in the mirror 'Welcome to Team Z,' then I put my phone number.

I found the exit. And erased any evidence I was there. My wallet on the nightstand. Gone. My jacket on the floor in the living room. Gone.
I walked out the door. Now im going to be more prosperous.

"This is a great business plan," I said to myself, heading to my car.

My phone started ringing.
It was Jon.
He's one of the few 'Humans.' who know i'm a zombie.
"What do you want?" I said, and Jon just screamed.
"You really shouldn't start conversations like that?" I said, annoyed.
"Bryan, I think I figured out what made you a zombie?" he said on the other line.
"What?"