Zombico

Roberto handed the visiting card over to the priest. The man turned it over in his weathered fingers. It was plain, with one word: ZOMBICO. Bold, black.

"What we did for your church, remember, is strictly confidential. Not a word. If you see any more undead in your churchyard, you know who to call." Domino winked at the priest and pocketed the thick wads of cash. Killing zombies was no cheap job. And the priest got the free evidence tape; it was a costly business. The priest mumbled.

"And you….you keep this quiet too, as agreed." Of course, Roberto nodded. What priest would want word of zombies in his nice little modern cemetery getting out? This went straight up to the mayor, who in turn kept it quiet and paid the funds for zombie disposal. None of the clients of Zombico could fathom how many more like them there were, across the world, requiring the services of undead hunters.

"Thank you, Father. Call us." They left.

***

Aubrey, abducted by angels/aliens and gifted with the power to raise moronic, reeking, violent creatures out of dead friends and relatives? There had to be something good in that. Roberto and Domino figured it out by the time they were fifteen.

"Aubrey", Roberto said. "What else? In this age, the 21st century, what else could it be for? Making money!" Thus began the commercialization of zombification and zombie hunting. They ran from men in black suits and tinted lenses and created Zombico. Zombie company? It was Domino’s idea.

It all gelled. Aubrey visited morgues and graveyards under moonless skies and did her work, and Roberto and Domino contacted priests and caretakers with evidence of the walking dead. How do we get rid of them? They ask in terror. How else?

Aubrey the masked raised, Roberto killed, Domino filmed the evidence. As of yet, no one had figured the scheme out.

And they left behind one free gift.

The little white card: ZOMBICO.

***

Up in starry skies, things(angels)(aliens) in white lights despaired when they realised they might have made a bit of a mistake.

THE END