Wednesday, May 05, 2010

(S)mackerel

There was little that could surprise a demon, but when Jasfoup came across a zombie on the path by the river he paused. Somehow it had caught a fish and had torn it open in order to consume the innards. Loops of entrails hung from its fingers as it slurped at the raw flesh. The fish, still alive in the recesses of its soon-to-be-consumed brain, flapped its tail in a futile attempt to escape. What astounded was that upon finishing, the zombie washed its hands in the river, took out a silk handkerchief and dabbed the corners of its mouth.

6 comments:

stephanie said...

*chuckles* A well bred zombie indeed!

Leatherdykeuk said...

Not everyone in Laverstone was common, itseems!

aims said...

What?? No butler or maid around to catch the fish for him?

Leatherdykeuk said...

Perhaps they were the main course!

DJ Kirkby said...

A classy zombie. Love it. Only your mind could come up with a concept like that.

Leatherdykeuk said...

wait till you see the vegetarian one!