In an ironic twist of fate, the ultra-secure gates of Green Meadows, a luxury gated community known for its high walls and even higher prices, malfunctioned last night, leading to an unexpected meet-and-greet with their long-ignored undead neighbors.
For years, Green Meadows has been the epitome of exclusivity, where the wealthy could ignore the chaos outside. Residents, who had previously only seen zombies in their ‘Surviving the Apocalypse’ VR games, were in for a rude awakening.
“It was terrifying,” shared one resident, clutching her designer Arkk survival kit. “I’ve never seen a real zombie. I thought they were just a metaphor for the working class or something.”
The community’s security team, equipped with gold-plated anti-zombie gear, was caught off guard. “We were prepared for everything — except the gates opening,” said the head of security, visibly shaken.
Meanwhile, local zombies, who have been wandering the outskirts for years, seemed just as surprised. An undead former hedge fund manager, now aimlessly roaming, took at least 30 mins to realize he was unimpeded before leading the horde into their waiting buffet.
In a bizarre turn of events, the undead were seen mingling in gazebos, making use of patio furniture, and standing at the bottom of pools — in some strange echo of lives past. “Turns out, we have a lot in common,” remarked one resident, who took a liking to the odd spectacle. “We both enjoy the finer things in life – they are clearly still in there somewhere.”
The event has sparked a nationwide conversation about class, even in the face of terror. Some are calling for more inclusive community planning to give the undead a few “cozy corners,” while others insist on better gate maintenance.
As for Green Meadows, the gates are now functioning, and the residents are back to pretending the outside world doesn’t exist. But for one brief, horrifying, and oddly enlightening night, the living and the undead stood on the same (once manicured) ground.
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[DISCLAIMER: This article is a work of fiction and satire. Any resemblance to real events or persons is purely coincidental.]
