Mr Gray was beating his body to death as he made his final charge and there was nothing Jonesy could do about it. Quite funny, when you thought about it, because they all had something contagious, or at least this team of government-funded cleaners thought they did, and in the end it would come to the same. ' 'Close the door on your way out. He could hear the thing inside, chattering furiously as it burned.
It had contained photographs, one of them a gruesome medical exarniner's shot he had never quite forgotten. 'But not for long. A lovely girl. The Song the Zombie Sang
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