“Can I ask you something?" He placed the chain around her neck. She nodded. "Have you ever wanted something really badly that you know you shouldn't have, yet you can't stop yourself from wanting it?”

“Can I ask you something?" He placed the chain around her neck. She nodded. "Have you ever wanted something really badly that you know you shouldn't have, yet you can't stop yourself from wanting it?”

“There was something about decapitating an already dead woman, only to follow up with shared brownies with a witch he wasn't sure he trusted and simultaneously wanted to do the horizontal tango with, that drained the energy from him.”

“Can I ask you something?" He placed the chain around her neck. She nodded. "Have you ever wanted something really badly that you know you shouldn't have, yet you can't stop yourself from wanting it?”

“Like something straight out of a B-grade horror film, a single arm shot up from the dirt, reaching and grabbing as it clawed its way forth from its earthen prison. Ash and Trent watched the monster struggle in silence for at least ten minutes, occasionally exchanging glances. Finally, after all the writhing, the zombie emerged. It stumbled out of its grave covered in dirt and gave an annoyed-sounding groan.”