Zombies Be My Wrath
Munch…
Crunch…
Suddenly, a chewing sound came from around the corner.
Julian was stunned and poked half his head out to look.
By the elevator, a zombie in a torn Armani suit was crouched on the floor, gnawing on a corpse that had long since become unrecognizable.
As if it had smelled fear coming off a living person, the suited zombie suddenly went still. It slowly turned its head. Its cloudy, pale eyes locked onto Julian. A long, dark red piece of intestine was still hanging from the corner of its torn mouth.