Zombie? Well, I’ll participate… Yes, a friend of mine was murdered. She was a dear, darlin’ gal, mad as a hatter, one of the single most daft people you could ever hope to know. Completely stone bonkers. Yet friendly and cheerful and wide-eyed and goofy. She was like one of those goofy flop-eared dogs. No brains, but lovable.
Someone killed her, alongside a lonely country road, by beating her head in with a baseball bat.
Everyone who knew her, at some point, wanted to slap her…but no one had any reason to kill her.