She gave her last scrap of food (chicken bone with bits of meat still left on it) to the fifty-sixth gnome she came across, who let her pass.
And then the fifty-seventh gnome blocked her way.
So she punched him in the face and hurried on.
No more gnomes appeared.
“But before you cross, listen to me!”
“Oh, boy, what now?”
“Crossing the bridge won’t be easy. Hope you brought plenty of food.”
“Is it a long journey?”
“No, but every few minutes, a gnome will stop you and ask for something to eat. Better give them something than argue.”
“Tomatoes always lose in a fight: they’re too fragile.”
“Yeah, but potatoes or carrots can’t stand the heat either, they just soften and fall apart.”
“So, who would win in a vegetable food fight?”
“Onions are natural tear gas, for one. Plus, they are great mine layers.”
He had this para-normal ability about eating and food. He would always know what he was going to eat, days in advance.
He could taste it.
He could feel it go down (or coming up).
Then, one day, it all stopped.
So he killed himself, to avoid starving to death.
Vampires and zombies emerged at the same time.
Nobody knows why.
They fought for their main resource: live humans.
Eventually, none were left. The zombies and vampires stopped fighting, with nothing left to fight for.
Gradually, with no “food” left, both groups faded away.
Guess that’s a happy ending, right?