Brains for Supper

The reanimated dead tended to hang out at places they knew. Something to do with remembrances, I guess. This had particular advantages for survivors.

An example would be your average zombie pitched up at the 24/7. Rickety, falling to pieces and basically kaput even before the rapture, this zombie type posed no significant risk, was easily wasted and sent back to their dirt nap.

Zombie Khan stood behind the counter and grizzled at me. I expeditiously blew her head off with my over and under. The brains splattered the delicatessen in a congealed, gelatinous, thickened stew.

I fancied pasta anyway.