Eating Ramen with the Undead

The room was filled with the sound of slurping noodles. It was a mix of satisfaction and total chaos as we sat around the table, each of us holding a steaming bowl of ramen.

The noodles were golden and bouncy, shining under the warm light from the overhead lamp. They looked too good to resist.

Well, almost everyone was eating. Clara and Max, on the other hand, were going at it like they hadn't eaten in years.

Clara was licking broth off her own detached finger, and Max had somehow managed to suck a noodle up through his nose hole.

He didn't even seem to care. A stray noodle dangled from his ear, and he didn't notice that either

"So you're saying," Alex began, twirling her noodles around her chopsticks with practiced ease, "your body only looks rotten and zombie-like, but it's actually healthy on the inside?"

Max nodded, his head wobbling slightly as a chunk of what might have been his cheekbone threatened to fall into his bowl.