The Subway Train

Welcome kiddies.  I'm going on a trip to the city on a subway train.  It's one of the fastest SLAYS to go Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!  But, in the MEANSLIME, why don't you all enjoy our tale!  It's about a rather REVOLTING-RIDE on another subway train...
It was 12:00 Midnight and a young man waited down, in a subway-station in Los Angeles, California, back in 1959.  A subway train stopped and he got on.  It moved and the young man found a seat.  As the young man sat there, he noticed another man sitting next to him, sleeping away.  The man was pale-white and wore dirt-covered trench-coat of dark-blue.  The young man looked down, at the man's dirt-covered, brown-loafers and then saw a wound in each of the man's hands.  The man didn't seem to be even breathing, but shook his bald-head from side to side every now and then.  The young man shook the man's arm.  "Hey, are you alright, pal?" he called loudly to the man.  The man slumped over, dead.  Being the only other passenger on the subway train, the young man let out a gasp.  The man gripped his pale-white hands to the young man's coat, saying in a distorted-voice to him: "I have been dead for five days now!".  The young man looked into the zombie's black-eye sockets and saw flesh peeling from the face of the living-corpse beside him.  The zombie grabbed a half-full bottle of Jack Daniel's Whiskey and took a gulp of it.  He then put a black knit-cap on, croaking, Danny Boy, as more chunks of flesh fell from his decaying-jaws.  The subway train came to a stop and the young man exited, running as quickly as he possibly could.  
Hee-Hee, that zombie sure is a ROTTEN SINGER eh, kiddies?  I mean, his singing really got UNDER HIS SKIN and was rather A-PEELING Ha-Ha-Ha-Ha!!!