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The thought le in a silly, al recipes for brains So so that could be done for brains that were deco Brain soup? Vichyssoise? I didn’t know if deco brains still had the enzyme, or whatever the hell it was, that zombies needed, but at some point I’d probably have to try it What was the worst that could happen? I’d die?

I snickered again as I pulled around to the back of the funeral home There was only one car parked there I hoped and assu’s I hadn’t even considered that other people could be working at this time--simply assumed that had to be why he wanted one Hell, I hadn’t been thinking about ht now ers down and scoop their brains out

I should have co sooner, I realized I was desperate now, and he’d see it He’d ask for anything, and I’d give it to him Already my skin felt as if it was about to slip offa lot of those lately

I rapped on the back door, waited,to h to do since I had no idea what I wanted to say

I rapped again, tried the handle To my relief it was unlocked I sure as hell didn’t want to turn around and leave I didn’t have anywhere else to go at this point

"Hey, Kang?" I called tentatively as I stepped in He’d better have the brains here for ht him for thehtened into fists I forced h for h the nose, but he’d coot a faint whiff of brains as I came down the hall, but it wasI couldn’t i room and wrinkled my nose I knehat that other scent was now There was a body on the table that had apparently recently been eht to the funeral home the brains stayed nice and safe in the skull They weren’t conveniently sliced up and put in a bag, ready for the taking But I could barely smell brains in this body, which made me think that et the brains out? I suddenly wondered, frowning down at the body I didn’t see any sign that he’d drilled a hole in the skull It would be easy enough to fill so, but then there’d be the risk that soh the nose? Wasn’t that how the Egyptians did it? Noas curious

"Kang?" I called again Iroom, surrounded by the low huh the faint scent of brains Coppery and

Blood A sliver of fear woret through my dulled senses

I came around the corner and let out an involuntary screae caedly for breath, I shuffled backwards, away fro it He hasn’t been dead long, an oddly rational part of ulated e, slow plops Not even an hour, probably

That’s Kang, a

So zombies There was no way I could deny it now

I backed away as panic and horror closed ht, instantly shamed and miserable that I was so concerned with ht I did this? That was probably a bigger concern right now I needed to get the hell out of here Wipe down the doorknobs for fingerprints