Mr. Jimmies was a mild mannered doughnut, just doing his regular shift at the Greasy Spoon diner on old Route 66. One fateful night a police officer staggers in... green and mumbling incoherently. Before Jimmies could get out a concerned
"May I help you Sir!?"
The officer chomped!
Reeling back, bloodied and in shock, Jimmies realized his fate was sealed. The officer was one of the newly turnedundead! Sweating, panicing - Mr. Jimmies' vision began to dim as he could feel his muscles tighten in rigor. His fate was sealed.