Egad, zombies! In our fair town of, umm (what's our town again?) EGAD!
The Living Dead! They were mad to try and play God!! What have those fools done?!
Even the most rational of men turn to vices in times of duress, seeking in vain to numb the fear or pain. Some choose drugs. Others alcohol. Decoyman's vice of choice... was gambling.
Banks aren't safe, thought decoy as he began rifling through his dresser. There could be zombies. He let out a small chuckle as he extracted a small pink ceramic rabbit with lavender and blue flowers painted on its sides from the back corner of his sock drawer. Decoy shook the tiny figure and heard hope rattle inside. Help me, Bunny One. You're my only hope, he muttered under his breath as he smashed the rabbit bank into the side of the dresser. Pieces of Bunny One scattered everywhere, momentarily illuminated by the full moon hanging outside the 2nd floor bedroom window, but its green and silver guts were the only things on decoy's mind. Greedily, he scooped up his spoils and raced out of his house to the only place he could feel safe: the local casino.
$50... decoy cursed as he ran. It'll have to do. I need me a gun somethin' fierce.He finally arrived at the casino, ran in, and slammed his money down in front of the surprised-looking man at the desk.
EDIT:
Tails: $29.
$1 lotto: #7.
And make it snappy. I've got business to tend to. With a wild look in his eye and a crooked sneer, decoyman ran out of the casino into the night.