It all began one fateful day when Jonathan, a resourceful and daring survivor, was scavenging for supplies in an abandoned suburban neighborhood. As he rummaged through the debris of what used to be a bustling community, his keen eyes caught sight of a peculiar yet comical sight - an obese zombie that had met a rather unconventional demise.
The zombie, its bloated and decaying body barely clinging to any resemblance of a human, had apparently stumbled and fallen onto a long-forgotten barbecue grill and managed to turn the gas on as it fell on it. The sizzling flames had seared its flesh, leaving behind a grotesque and oddly charred spectacle that both repulsed and intrigued Jonathan.
Despite the obvious dangers and warnings that flashed in his mind, Jonathan's curiosity got the better of him. He cautiously approached the obese zombie, the scent of burnt flesh mingling with the stench of decay. As he inspected the seared remains, a twisted idea began to form in his mind - what if he could salvage some meat from the fallen zombie since it was nicely slow cooked to his view.
With a mixture of trepidation and morbid fascination, Jonathan carefully carved off a piece of the flesh and flipped it. As the meat sizzled and crackled, a nauseating aroma filled the air, causing Jonathan to gag and question his impulsive decision as he added spices to it.
Ignoring the warning signs and his growing sense of unease, Jonathan took a tentative bite of the cooked zombie meat. At first, the taste was oddly savory, a mix of charred flesh and smoky flavor that tantalized his taste buds. But as he swallowed the morsel, a wave of dizziness overtook him, followed by a sharp pain in his stomach that seemed to radiate through every fiber of his being.
Unbeknownst to Jonathan, the virus that had turned the dead into the undead had mutated within the obese zombie's flesh, creating a potent and deadly strain that now coursed through his veins. Within moments, Jonathan's body convulsed and contorted, his skin turning a sickly shade of gray as he succumbed to the insidious infection. His stomach made unhuman like noises as he swelled with noxious gases thanks to the meat bloating and causing his shirt to tear apart.
As Jonathan writhed in agony, his fellow survivors rushed to his aid, only to watch in horror as he transformed completly into a monstrous zombie, driven by an insatiable hunger for human flesh. In a cruel twist of fate, the very man who had dared to eat the flesh of the undead had become the very thing he had sought to consume.
And so, as the sun set on the desolate world of the zombie apocalypse, the survivors learned a grim lesson to tell around campfires. That in a time of desperation, no meal was worth the price of one's humanity. The tale of Jonathan and the obese zombie served as a cautionary reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows, a stark warning that echoed through the empty streets and abandoned buildings.