318

It is only a matter of time before Brad becomes Zombie Brad. You remember the old saying—an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of getting your throat bitten. Or something like that. Anyway, Brad is already dead, and you want to keep him that way.

You take out your revolver and place it against Brad's temple. You look away and pull the trigger. A popping noise is all you hear, and Brad's body slumps over the ground next to his office door. A spray of blood smears the wall, which sticks to the surface and congeals, like drops of gum rather than running down the wall as liquid does.

Next you…