Rottytops

Rottytops, or Rotty for short, was laying back in her wagon, sipping a cup of coffee. Being a zombie, she needed the occasional intake of caffeine, lest she lose her mind and become little more than a wild animal. She sighed. She was very, very bored. It had been a while since anything exciting happened, and she was getting antsy.

"UUUrrrrrgghhh!" The zombie threw her hands up in frustration. "This sucks! Why can't something happen already!" As if somebody heard her, she suddenly felt something long and thin appear in her hand. Bringing it down into view, she saw she was holding a small stick, or maybe a wand of some kind.

"Uh, what?" Rotty scratched her head. Well, this was certainly something that happened. Sticks appearing out of nowhere was new. Maybe it really was a magic wand.

Rotty quickly jumped up and ran outside. The clear night sky and full moon lit up the surrounding forest clearing she and her brothers had parked in. Pointing the wand at a random tree, the girl yelled "ABRACADABRA!" Nothing happened.

"SHABLOOIE! SHAZAM! BINGLE BANGLE! FEEL MY IRE AND SHOOT FIRE!" The wand did absolutely nothing, not even emitting a single sparkle. Maybe it was just a stick, after all.

"Dammit! I wish you'd at least light up or something." The wand suddenly emitted a bright glow from its tip, bathing everything around in white light. "Wait, wha?" The gears began to spin in Rotty's head.

"Uh, I wish that tree was twice as tall?" On command, the tree suddenly stretched up to double its initial height, sticking out from the rest. Rotty looked at the wand in awe, then a mischievous smile creeped onto her face. Oh, she could have some fun with this.