The head was still there on the front lawn, next to the body, where the zombie had attacked him the night before.
It looked up at him blankly. It wasn’t until the eyes blinked that Jarvis realized it was still animated. It opened its mouth to moan or to try futilely to bite, and the head toppled over onto its side.
“Serves you right.”
Jenny called from the doorway. “Would you come back in here?”
“I want the newspaper. Do you see it?”
“There isn’t any newspaper! Come back inside!”
“I just want the sports page, goddamn it,” Jarvis muttered.
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