The zombie’s jaw quietly clicked as he lazily snapped at the air. His pale eyes wandered around the dark room. What could he see? What was the bank of computers to him? Or those filing cabinets? What was anything in this room to this hungry demon? Were there memories left to him? Did he know himself? Did he recognize his scribbles on that sheet of paper? His jaw clicked as he wandered the unlit room seeking something to devour. And if he could have known what cure was in those vials, the cure he made, would he have tasted it?
Drabble: Zombie’s Eye
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