Drabble

It was Sunday. Well, It didn’t matter to him if it was a Sunday or not.
He went to the kitchen and stood staring. There was blood all over. On the shelf doors, the oven, the utensils. He let out a gasp.
Just then the phone rang in the living room. He walked up to the phone.
“Hello” he said. It was his friend on the other end. “Hey what’s up? Meet up for dinner tonight?” friend asked.
“Well, I’m not sure. Seems like a busy day ahead. Got to fix up last night’s mess.” The zombie said to another.