I froze. Staring in shock at the copious amounts of people streaming in through the door. “It can’t be…” I uttered breathlessly, as person after person after person filed in. No… They couldn’t even be considered as “people” anymore.
Their foggy, clouded eyes and their insatiable hunger for Taco Bell told me otherwise. They weren’t human anymore, not even close. They were zombies, driven in their relentless pursuit of our National Taco Day Gift Set.
I blamed it on the calendar. I blamed it on the moron who decided that there should be a National Taco Day among our growing list of absurd American holidays.
My eyes widened as they began to notice me. Me, a feeble and helpless Taco Bell employee. I stared in shock as they stumbled to form a line. The first one of many stepped forward, a gruesome smile on her face, as she uttered the very words I was dreading to hear…
“Hello, are you ready to take my order?”
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