It was Thanksgiving day and all the zombies were as thankful as zombies can be. In the tradition of the holiday they had come together for some family time and a fine Thanksgiving feast.
Of course zombies don't eat turkey, but they had caught a butter ball of a man who lay whimpering in a pen.
They toasted the holiday and each other then partook of an excellent meal. There was much to be grateful for including one very special blessing. You see, when you are a zombie you never have to eat leftovers. They always take care of themselves.