Even as zombies, ridiculous prom gowns were the downfall of teenage girls, crippling them at the knees.

If she did bitch-slap me, I'd bitch-slap her right back, but I resented the word bitch and all its familiar forms, as it was degrading to women and dogs everywhere.

I felt bad for the girls in my school, who flocked to prom like it was the second coming of Christ, complete with double-rainbows and unicorns.

I never intended to become a zombie huntress; I had only intended to protest prom, high school’s last bastion of patriarchal society.