Coughing, he stopped to try to figure out which way to go. Everything was on fire. His ears were still ringing, but he could make out the sound of far-off screaming.
“How bad do you think the radiation is?” Sharon asked, grasping his sleeve desperately, insistently, hands shaking.
He didn’t answer. From out of the office building across the street emerged a human form, fully aflame from the knees up. It staggered a few steps, spun slowly around off-balance, and fell motionless, continuing to burn.
“Do you think that was a zombie?” He asked. “I hope that was a zombie.”