by the end of the week he had eaten us all, well bits and pieces of each of us at any rate.
we'd all been tied together in the bunk in the back and he cut off each of our toes. Finding toes unsatisfying, he cut us all into pieces, bought a bunch of ice and froze us like sirloins, choosing whichever cut he felt like as the days unfolded.
And we'd thought that the zombies were the greatest threat to our survival at that time.
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