“What about that one?” Cal asked. He pointed to a pathetic grey figure shambling towards them, moaning, arms outstretched.
“Ethel Morris, used to work at the school in the office. Retired like, three years ago.” He fired once, and zombie Ethel went down. “She was there when I was in school. Always had candy in her sweater pockets for kids. Well, the she liked.”
Cal walked over, knelt down, and looked through the corpse’s pockets. Sure enough, he found a change purse with some cards in it. “Yup. Ethel Morris, AARP member.”
Pierce laughed, “He’s never wrong. Pablo knows everybody.”