Zeb and Jeremy sat next to each other at the table. A zombie arm jutted out between them in order to set a plate of chicken wings on the table in front of them. Both men turned their heads toward each other, eyes wide with horror, staring at the rotting zombie arm that appeared between them.
A zombie with a bowtie on and a serving tray in one hand leaned over Marija’s shoulder to re-fill her champagne glass. This zombie was more decomposed than some of the others and had an aura of putridness hovering around him. Marija’s face twisted with disgust. She stared at the oblivious animated corpse as she leaned away from the zombie who had invaded her personal space. She pulled as far from the zombie as possible and raised her arms in mock self-defense. The putrid smell had gone undetected until that moment when Marija wrinkled her nose and sniffed the air at the worst possible time.
As the zombie turned to walk away, Marija’s eyes bulged in disgust from the smell. She quickly placed her hand over her mouth, stopping her from vomiting. One of the rich folk across the table from Marija, an elderly lady, was wide-eyed with shock. The woman wasn’t appalled by the shambling corpses that she had become accustomed to, but at Marija’s gagging noises.
“Urghhh...Hrrumph…” were the only thing close to words that came from Marija’s mouth.
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