EXCERPT FROM UPIR AND THE MONSTER GANG

“TEN zombies chasing…” the zombie finished. “Ready or not, here I
come!” ZOOM! He stopped behind a troll boy at the far end of the field and tapped him on the shoulder. “Out dude,” he shouted. ZIP! He grabbed a frisky goat-boy who was trotting between the graves. “Out!” he screamed. The zombie picked up a satyr and hurled him beyond the clearing. One by one, the zombie tagged the children. Whenever they turned to watch him, he lumbered along like a sloth. As soon as they turned their backs, ZAM! They were out.