"Say, Rich, isn’t that that girl you were goin’ around with?”
Harry pointed out one zombie in the midst of a group of 10. Sure enough: Leslie, gray skin, gaping wounds, ambling towards us with hunger in her eyes.
“That’s too bad, man.” He sounded sincere, I guess.
They resumed firing. All the undead dropped but Leslie. I realized: they were leaving her for me.
As she got closer, I aimed, but didn’t pull the trigger. I was aware of the guys looking at me.
“Rich, you want me to…” Harry started.
I fired, she went down. That’s life.