Bayou Whispers
Jeannine wasn’t in the truck.
“She’s not here!” he called. Maybe she was thrown clear.
“There is no one else out here,” Gallow called back. “Bits of zonbi, that poor girl, and Bernstein.”
Gallow thinks they’re zombies, too. What the actual fuck is going on here?
“Zombies,” muttered Curtis.
“It’s zonbi in Creole,” replied Gallow. “You should know this shit, boss.”
“Is that som’bitch conscious?” Curtis asked Fernández, ignoring Gallow.
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