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mouth quivered.
“ I’m just fucking with ya.”
She stepped toward me and handed over the knife, handle first. With a smile I wrapped my fingers around the proffered tool and winked, which brought a blush to Rizzo’s cheeks. Her usually brash personality led me to believe she hadn’t felt embarrassed in a long, long time.
Before she could figure out my plan, I plunged the blade into the torso of a downed zombie. From the gash, thick, rancid biological oil seeped. As the bubbles from the liquefied putrefaction popped, they released the same disgusting smell as before.
It wasn’t just the smell that bothered me.
“ Morgan,” I called out. “Take a look at this and tell me what you see.”
She knelt beside me and took Rizzo’s knife to use as a probe.
“ I don’t understand. The rate of decay is impossible. This woman’s remains aren’t that old.”
“ But…” I prodded.
“ The organs have all liquefied…even the brain. How in the hell were these things able to move?”
Morgan had caught onto precisely the perversion of nature that I saw.
“ I don’t understand.” Joshua knelt between us.
Morgan nodded for me to continue.
“ It’s simple—the rate of decay between the internal organs and the subcutaneous tissue is wrong. The necrosis between the two should be somewhat similar, but they aren’t. If I were to look at the internal organs, I would swear to you this corpse had been dead for, oh, at least twelve to eighteen weeks. But the subcutaneous tissue tells us another story—one that places death sometime between three and nine weeks.”
Joshua looked at me, concern lining his face. “What difference does a few months make?”
As much as I hated to admit it, I didn’t have time for science. We should be making up precious time, not chatting about the wonders of necrotic tissue.
Morgan stood and looked at Josh. “Once human tissue dies, it goes fast. That’s why when you lose a finger it has to be placed on ice so quickly. What B is trying to tell us is that their organs and their flesh don’t prove a similar time of death.”
I decided to chime in. “According to the liquefied guts on the ground, this thing has been dead for a long, long time; so long, in fact, that it should have already gone to dust.”
It was Rizzo’s turn to chime in. “I don’t understand. If they were rotted meat from the inside out, how were they standing or beating on that car? Without solid muscle and bone structure, wouldn’t they just collapse?”
And that was the million-dollar question. One none of us had an answer for.
Rizzo opted to not allow the moment to ruin our first serious win as a group. She tossed her hands into the air and offered up a celebratory dance for all to see. She then turned to our truck and blew a kiss to the rest of the crew. Who the kiss was meant for, I could only guess.
“ Jesus fuck,” Josh shouted. “There’s nothing in the car. Nothing.”
“ Then what in the hell were they doing?” Morgan chimed in.
Jamal stepped in beside me, a small device in his hand. He finally looked at me.
“ Something’s not right, Bethany.”
“ Besides these bastards bleeding gravy?” was all I could say.
Jamal turned the device so I could get a look.
“ You two care to let us in on your little secret?” Morgan demanded.
“ There’s a signal coming from that car. It’s actually a signal embedded in a sound beyond the twenty thousand hertz range, so the human ear cannot pick it up. I got curious as to why these zombies seemed to ignore everything but that car and fired up this little gadget. It turns out someone has planted a sonic kilo of zombie crack inside that car to lure the undead. I can’t say how long these bastards had stood there, but it was long enough for entropy to have turned their organs into little more than chunky brownie mix.”
Morgan looked my way, concern lining her brow. “I don’t get it; how did they function without major or minor
“ I’m just fucking with ya.”
She stepped toward me and handed over the knife, handle first. With a smile I wrapped my fingers around the proffered tool and winked, which brought a blush to Rizzo’s cheeks. Her usually brash personality led me to believe she hadn’t felt embarrassed in a long, long time.
Before she could figure out my plan, I plunged the blade into the torso of a downed zombie. From the gash, thick, rancid biological oil seeped. As the bubbles from the liquefied putrefaction popped, they released the same disgusting smell as before.
It wasn’t just the smell that bothered me.
“ Morgan,” I called out. “Take a look at this and tell me what you see.”
She knelt beside me and took Rizzo’s knife to use as a probe.
“ I don’t understand. The rate of decay is impossible. This woman’s remains aren’t that old.”
“ But…” I prodded.
“ The organs have all liquefied…even the brain. How in the hell were these things able to move?”
Morgan had caught onto precisely the perversion of nature that I saw.
“ I don’t understand.” Joshua knelt between us.
Morgan nodded for me to continue.
“ It’s simple—the rate of decay between the internal organs and the subcutaneous tissue is wrong. The necrosis between the two should be somewhat similar, but they aren’t. If I were to look at the internal organs, I would swear to you this corpse had been dead for, oh, at least twelve to eighteen weeks. But the subcutaneous tissue tells us another story—one that places death sometime between three and nine weeks.”
Joshua looked at me, concern lining his face. “What difference does a few months make?”
As much as I hated to admit it, I didn’t have time for science. We should be making up precious time, not chatting about the wonders of necrotic tissue.
Morgan stood and looked at Josh. “Once human tissue dies, it goes fast. That’s why when you lose a finger it has to be placed on ice so quickly. What B is trying to tell us is that their organs and their flesh don’t prove a similar time of death.”
I decided to chime in. “According to the liquefied guts on the ground, this thing has been dead for a long, long time; so long, in fact, that it should have already gone to dust.”
It was Rizzo’s turn to chime in. “I don’t understand. If they were rotted meat from the inside out, how were they standing or beating on that car? Without solid muscle and bone structure, wouldn’t they just collapse?”
And that was the million-dollar question. One none of us had an answer for.
Rizzo opted to not allow the moment to ruin our first serious win as a group. She tossed her hands into the air and offered up a celebratory dance for all to see. She then turned to our truck and blew a kiss to the rest of the crew. Who the kiss was meant for, I could only guess.
“ Jesus fuck,” Josh shouted. “There’s nothing in the car. Nothing.”
“ Then what in the hell were they doing?” Morgan chimed in.
Jamal stepped in beside me, a small device in his hand. He finally looked at me.
“ Something’s not right, Bethany.”
“ Besides these bastards bleeding gravy?” was all I could say.
Jamal turned the device so I could get a look.
“ You two care to let us in on your little secret?” Morgan demanded.
“ There’s a signal coming from that car. It’s actually a signal embedded in a sound beyond the twenty thousand hertz range, so the human ear cannot pick it up. I got curious as to why these zombies seemed to ignore everything but that car and fired up this little gadget. It turns out someone has planted a sonic kilo of zombie crack inside that car to lure the undead. I can’t say how long these bastards had stood there, but it was long enough for entropy to have turned their organs into little more than chunky brownie mix.”
Morgan looked my way, concern lining her brow. “I don’t get it; how did they function without major or minor
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