The Zombie Walk

The semblance of life, but mute and will-less except, for the craving An undulating body staggering, as if the brain was detached, from the spine, searching clumsily, for Joe. Its head cocked to the side, with a blank stare. Mumbling something, as it moves closer to Joe. Ironic music playing somewhere, as a voice becomes audible. Mrh?" "Mrh?" "Mrh?" cof!fee cof!fee cof!fee