32: ZOMBIE 2.0
Can your icy mind imagine all the horrors?
There is a species of zombie that sits on its haunches all day peeling tubers with its teeth. It spends time over questions such as where its next square meal might come from, swatting any stray insect that comes along. …
There is no singing
after death sets in
a wet slosh of brains
Firearms licence, $75.
Ruger M77 Mk11 .243 rifle, $995.
Second hand cane knife, $22.
Staying alive long enough to say ‘I told you so' – priceless.
‘I haven't eaten anyone for three weeks. I'd really like to be allowed to go back to work now your Honour.'
The undead don't crave Danish furniture
‘The life of the party' both was and wasn't appropriate.
on the fetid pant of dusk
brains for breakfast
we were dead before the sun sank