They were yellow and green all at the same time. Short for man or woman. The look said, I tried. We can choose to feed.
I didn't mean to hurt you, he said, and he was holding his own arms. I don't know what bothers me more, that I can shoot someone in the face who's begging for their life, or that legally there's no other option. What I didn't say out loud was that I'd forgotten and worn overalls that had blood on them to a zombie raising. The evil, wicked undead, not a member of the Church of Eternal Life, and I knew not Jean-Claude's people.
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