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What's up pinkies?

Frank the midget works at a mattress store. He is in fact a mattress salesman. Big men have big dreams. Frank is a midget, thus he works at a mattress store as a mattress salesman.
There was a time when he didn't mind making the 3 hour commute in his Smartcar to find that Bill, the resident top salesman had just sold his ninth memoryfoam mattress of the week, meeting his quota first to win the $20 gift card to Chipotle. Now however, he did mind.
For one thing, the rapture had occurred, sending 5% of the population to the pearly gates. The rest of the world's population was too busy warding off demons and nightmares to fork over $700 on a spring mattress, there were other matters to attend to.
When the week came to a close, there was yet another storm cloud sticker next to his name on the monthly goals sheet. This mean that the masnager would once again call him to his office and watch in avid fascination and tasteless humor as he struggled with his little legs to climb onto the stool. This time however, something was different. He could hear the rumble of Chuck's 95' Chevy Blazer squeak to a stop outside.
Chuck trudged in, leaving red streaks on the window. His face was dirty and gaunt. There was a smell that came off of him in horrendous wafts which made frank want to throw up tiny chunks. Chuck moaned loudly and Frank could see clearly now that Chuck was a zombie.
"Shit!" squeaked frank as chuck lurched forwards. Had he been a full grown man, he could have easily ran from the impending danger, but full sized he was not. It wasn't long before dead chuck's teeth landed on frank the midget's scalp, tearing off a razor thin amount of flesh, but enough for the infection to seep in.
Chuck was sprawled on the floor and frank was able to escape almost intact.
Frank's day went from bad to worse. But that was just the first day. Frank the midget soon walked through life with a new identity, a stronger more fearful identity. He was now Frank, the world's only midget zombie!!!

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^Sounds like Jimmy has a new pack of problems to look forward to. I'm curious what his sleeping habits are that he is able to be there late enough to rob the store, yet early enough to find the robber dead...

John delivered pizzas. After the rapture, John became an energy drink salesman. Not because he made more money, not because he enjoyed them, but because he was able to drive around the promotional car with the giant drink can on the back.
He hated the taste of the drink, but was slowly getting an addiction to caffeine because of them. He did not sleep very often, his hands and legs shook uncontrollably. It was by complete accident that he captured Frank, the midget zombie.
Frank's reputation grew. He was finally getting recognition in his new state of undead-ness. People no longer made jokes about his height, rather they ran in fear of his zombieness. The ability to spread fear is power, so Frank was very powerful. There was one person who had no fear, and he needed to go.
Frank was undead, but still worked at the mattress store. Bill stayed on, but only after a call was made to the district manager asking for Zombie Chuck, the manager, to be transfered. Bill was promoted, Frank was a zombie. A outstretched foot on the head was enough to put a stop on any attack Frank might try.
John was delivering his thirteenth pizza of the day. It was Wednesday, which usually was the day the Robinson's ordered their game night pizza. They always tipped well, until the rapture came. The Robinson's said farewell, as well as any chance of John making a profit.
Chuck ordered a personal pizza, Frank could eat the kids at the chuck e' cheeses next door if he was hungry, which he did every now and then. The pizza guy had four minutes before the 5% price cut, which meant no tip.
John slammed on the gas pedal which had RED BULL stamped onto it in rubber. He swerved the corner and tried to push the brake, but a can under the pedal made this impossible. He flew towards the mattress store, unable to stop.
Frank came back with blood and cheese pizza all over his shirt. He put a hand out to open the door to the shop when he heard a tiny engine coming forward. He looked and watched a small car with a giant can crash into the bicycle post.
The car came to a full stop which snapped the bolts holding the giant can onto the back. It slingshot forward, slamming hard on top of the zombie midget, who now found himself trapped in a giant soda can.

To Be Continued...