Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 157.10

“Yes. What are you going to do about them?”

“You know they're not technically zombies, don't you?”

“It's hard not to notice the soul is still inside when I arrived to reap them, yes. It's a bit of a giveaway, that, finding a corpse is still animated by a cognisant spirit who doesn't realise it's dead, despite its intestines slipping out through its anus because the sphincter muscle doesn't work automatically any more. It's all I could do to keep them locked in a mirror to stop them heading off to the doctor's or the hospital or, in one case, the children's nursery.”

“One had an insatiable appetite?”

“No, a three-year old child and a job to go to, though it looked like she'd eaten her cat raw.” The demon looked around and dropped its voice, long fingers twisting into Jasfoup's jacket to pull him close. “Not that I minded overmuch. I mean, I like cats and all but if someone could see them as a food source the world would be a safer place, you know. Dogs too. If we could train zombies to eat dogs, we could use them as animal control.”

“Not a bad idea. It could work for all pests. Rats, for definite.”



Harold butted in. “You can't kill agnostics. It wouldn't be right.”

“Your monkey has a point.”

“It wouldn't be us killing them, though. It would be the zombies. And think of the benefits. Agnostics are automatically hellbound.”

“Hey!” Harold squeezed through them, turned and spoke. “That hardly seems fair.”

The Spall-demon smiled. “He wants the world to be fair! Bless him.”

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