Randomness at Random # 18 Halloween Special and 50th Post!!!!

Happy belated Halloween everyone!!!!! Trick or Treat, smell my feet, and my laundry! This is the 50th post/Halloween Special Extravaganza! there really isn't anything different about the post, it's just the 50th!

P.S. Hue has had too many seizures in result of working for me, so we have replaced him in honor of the 50th post.
P.S.S. (P.S. Stands for pre script in this case)

Randomness at Random# 18 Halloween Special

Chuck was walking down the highway with his pinkie up, looking for someone to hitchhike with when it happened. When what happened you ask? I'm not gunna tell you. It's a secret. With sprinkles on top? Add a cherry and whip cream and you have yourself a deal. And that "please" better be pretty!
That was when a green and purple glow stick fell from the sky and hit him in the pinkie, breaking the appendage in half. Well Chuck had to be qualified for the job of an interesting character in my stories, so he was trained to eat anything that fell from the sky or glowed. So Chuck ate the glow stick without thinking anything of it. He decided to just hop home on his pogo-stick. When Chuck arrived at his house he decided to go into the cemetery. He knew it would make a good story because all Halloween story plot lines have a stupid guy go into the last place you should be on October 31st. Immediately the dead got out of their graves and shook Chuck's broken pinkie and tried to eat his brains until realising he had none. Chuck thought nothing of the badly written climactic event of the raising of the dead and walked on to the animal shelter. There all the "sleeping" animals got up and bit Chuck in the pinkie and tried to eat his brain until they realised that they would starve as all undead things do without a healthy brain to engorge upon. Then Chuck went to the local McDonald's. Everything there sprouted to life, even all the living people attending the counters and deep friars and drive through and the customers too. The food slapped his pinkie and tried to gnaw on his cranium to no avail, especially because most food doesn't have a mouth. Then the clerks and customers shook his pinkie and chewed his skull disappointingly. Chuck visited the electronics store and the morgue and even the White House. By the time Chuck decided to go home about a fourth of the world's dead population were alive, China was overpopulated to the point that people had to crawl over each other to get to places, like goldfish in a pond when you feed them. The town was overrun with zombies. It was like outsourcing to India. Everywhere you looked zombies ran the place. The post office, the grocery store, the suicide counseling. Chuck saw how bad this was for the economy. Now all the dollars were useless, all you needed was a brain and most things cost several brains and it is quiet unlikely you have several brains on you. So Chuck put together the facts. The glow stick he swallowed must have been radioactive, thus the dead were coming alive, just like the common plot of many a horror film. So Chuck contacted the Russians and asked if he could borrow a nuke from Cuba left over from the Cold War. They lent him one in the blink of an eye.
He nuked it. His town. The zombies shrived up into little round sponge like things and rolled into the fires that nuked had started just to make just everything was sterile. And Chuck and his smoldering town lived mutatedly ever after. The End.