When people asked Dolly Parton what she wanted people to say about her in 100 years, she’d say: “Darn, she looks good for her age!”
When the zombie outbreak swept across the country, Dolly was one of the many millions roaming the streets moaning “BRAAAAAAINS!”
Well, not exactly moaning. She still had a bit of that sweet friendly twang to her voice. Some say she’d toss in a “Howdy, y’all!” and “How ya doin?”
The plague was contained, she was caught, and after all these years, her still-groaning corpse is in Examination Pod Nine.
And, damn, she looks like shit.
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Dolly
“I have a little Dolly” The new girl said finally. It was the first thing she had said since she arrived two days before.
“Really can we see it?” Asked the teacher.
“I didn’t bring her.”
“Oh that is too bad. What is her name?”
“She has never told me that. She doesn’t talk much.”
“Well some times that happens with dollies.”
“But last night she told me about the fall of the Roman Empire. Did you know that Rome’s fall had as much to do with the rise of Christianity as it did to political infighting among the politicians?”