“Zombies crave living flesh,” the child continued, flicking a piece of red cereal off her black, too-big Ramones t-shirt. “If I eat meat it has to be carrion. Or I throw-up.”
“You eat dead things?” he asked.
“You eat hamburgers. Same diff, mostly.”
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