Cinco De Mayo--Hungry Dead

On the day the dead came back, it wasn't like in the movies. They didn't shamble around in the rotting bodies they were buried in. They weren't ghosts. Well-maybe they sort of were, but it wasn't so bad. They didn't want our brains. What they wanted was our *bread*. We ran away screaming form the supermarket when they showed up, but it was the food inside that they wanted. It was sort of lowering for all us horror-film fans. We'd been expecting a post-apocalyptic standoff with guns and rifles, and it was more like being stuck behind the fat lady in line at the supermarket checkout. At first. It took us a while to realize that they weren't getting any *less* hungry no matter how much food they ate, and they ate a lot of food. All of it that they could find, in fact. Tin cans they ripped open with their fingers. Bread loaves they ate whole, plastic bags and all.

Inspiration: Looking at the holiday schedule.
Story Potential: High, medium-high.
Notes: Although I don't have time to get this written, edited, and submitted for Cinco de Mayo, alas. Not with it taking months for editors to read through their submission stacks. I should have picked a holiday farther in the future, I guess. Independence Day. Ramadan. Halloween.