Zombies? I seen it once before in a rat, and I seen it now in men.
Once one gets a taste for its own kind, it can spread through the pack like a wildfire.
Mindlessly chomping and biting at their own hinds.
Nothing but the taste of flesh on their minds.
You know the thing about a rat? It's got life in its eyes.
Black eyes like a doll's eye.
Don't seem to be living at all when it come at ya.
Till it bites ya.
And those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The riverside water turns red, and despite all your poundin’ and your hollerin’ those zombies come in and… they rip you to pieces.