There were only three live people in the god damned factory him, and the two idiot security guards. He could not have the dead people walking about scaring their relatives for some reason they always went back to see their families. Now the police would become suspicious, and he had an idea he would be getting a visit soon from that idiot Tate the one-man police force. He had learnt his trade well, and had studied in Haiti for six years, and now used his knowledge to make the dead work for him. There came a knock on the door, "Yes," he shouted. The door opened and in walked Tim one of his security men he was twenty-eight, and as thin as a rake why the fuck he had employed him he did not know. "What is it," he hissed at the man. Tim was looking worried he knew him and Neal were in the bad books for letting the two zombies escape, "There is a policeman here to see you." He was expecting this and he made himself calm down he had to show a good face, "Okay Tim show him in."......................................................................................
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