“Grab him.”
Ritchie threw his arms around the zombie, pinning its hands to its sides. “Hurry up, man, this thing is strong.”
Pops knelt down in front of the struggling pair and started working the clasp on the zombie’s watch. “Keep him still for Christ’s sake!”
“You wanna fuckin’ do it?”
“Just keep him still!”
Ritchie held the putrefying corpse as tight as he could. He could feel its skin sloughing off under the suit coat. “Jesus, this had better be worth it.”
Pops had it off. “It’s a Rolex. And it’s still going. Okay, let go and book it.”
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