My New Literary Agent

Last night I read Elias a snippet from my short story "Hospitacalypse" at his request. He listened intently, but after I was finished he asked, "So where's the part that explains how everyone gets to be a zombie?" I told him that an explanation was not in the story, only the cure. His response was, "Oh, you're a bad writer Daddy." He then went on to "help" me by brainstorming ideas to explain how the people in the hospital became zombies in the first place. "Maybe there's a bottle of medicine that is "Zombie Medicine" but someone gets confused and takes it thinking it's regular medicine." It appears I have a literary agent now.