100 words (exact drabble, no warnings apply, originally posted at my fic blog)
“Hey, I’m home.” J kicked the front door shut and headed into the kitchen with the three bags of groceries.
“Ugh, why won’t you die?” There was the sound of something being thumped in the lounge.
“That is not nice!” J shouted, putting the milk into the fridge. “Especially since I got you a giant chocolate chip cookie.”
“Not you! I’ve killed eighteen of them but they keep coming!”
J frowned, glanced at the floor. “Do we have another beetle infestation or you are playing that zombie game again? Because I’d like to know before I take my shoes off.”