Another horde of zombies lumbered into view.
“What are they saying?” asked the first, readying the shotgun as he’d done a hundred times before.
“Something about the calculator exam,” said the second. “It’s hard to make out.” He pulled some spare shells from his bag.
“Calculator papers are easier!” groaned the distant horde. “Calculator…”
The first sighed. Bang bang.
“How on earth do you get through eleven years of schooling and believe that?” muttered the second.
“Beats me.” Bang bang.
“It’s as if they think the point of maths is following recipes to get a number.”
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