Meals with Gloria aren’t so much a physical necessity as a social one. Whatever unholy force animates him also fuels him. He doesn’t really need to eat – aside from that constant background buzz, that constant craving for braaaains….
The sun warmed his back as he stepped down the earth of around the last tomato plant. Since the zombie-ing he didn’t really feel the cold, but something human in him still liked the warmth. He supposed it was human. Maybe just the living part of him, lizards are fond of a warm spot too, … More Day 52 – Love of the Living Dead
There’s fear churning in Gloria’s belly as she makes her morning coffee. And it’s not because there’s a zombie banging a shovel against her kitchen window.