The terrible smell from the bone saw doing it’s work filled his nose, like it had a hundred times before. The top of the skull came off easily. This brain was like the others, pink and engorged with blood while the rest of the body was gray and dry and corrupt with decay.
The zombie continued to snarl at him as he sectioned the brain tissue. Eventually it would stop, stop struggling against the restraints, it was always the same.
Maybe this time he would be able to culture the pathogen before it died. Then he could really start working.