The Restless Dead: A Zombie Novel Page 23
Scott devoured the lips, then the nose, followed by the brain. The intestines he gorged on like cheesy string. Benson's fingers he wolfed down like hot dogs.
Once he was done, he licked the blood and flesh from his teeth.
I wagged a finger at him. "Christ, Scott, we’re gonna run out of lawyers soon."
Scott drooled. "HUNGRY. BRAINS."
My face softened. "Okay, but we need to tidy up this office and go. We have more legal brains we need to pick.”
This short story first appeared in Pulp Metal Magazine