"Rich?"
"Richie?"
"Richard." Eddie's harsh voice brought Richie out of his thoughts, his head snapping down at him. Even when sitting down, Eddie was still tiny. "What is it, short stack?" Richie said, forcing a smile.
Eddie rolled his eyes, pushing Richie's can of beans closer to him. "You've barely touched your food. You need to eat." Eddie's tone was firm, but Richie couldn't help but find it adorable. Richie leaned back against the dusty couch behind him, looking up to see the rest of the losers sitting in a circle with him, all busy chatting or eating their food.
"Well, maybe I could eat if it wasn't fuckin' beans. Seriously, how is this the only thing left?" Richie lifted his can, shoving it in Eddie's face. It had been six months since everything went to shit, and the only thing Richie was most annoyed about at this point was having to eat beans every night. Eddie let out a frustrated huff, pushing the can back towards Richie. "Don't care. Eat."
All Sarah wanted was a cry in private after her wedding was called off. Instead, she finds her co-worker rising from the bathroom stall - with an insatiable hunger for human flesh.
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Sarah had locked herself in the office bathroom, sobbing after her fiancé, Mark called off the wedding. Through her tears, she heard strange groans coming from the next stall. "Ugh, someone has food poisoning," she thought.
But when the stall door swung open, the slouched figure that emerged was not sick-it was dead, with lifeless eyes and decaying flesh. Sarah opened her mouth to scream just as the infected co-worker lunged at her. She was trapped, as the entire office went into lockdown due to a zombie outbreak. There would be no easy escape from the horror that was breaking out in Manhattan.