The other commuters huddled at the bus stop, condensation pluming from their lips. Holden Read grunted. He hadn’t needed to breathe at all since he died. That meant no cloud of water vapour smoked out from his mouth. Would anyone notice? He didn’t want to creep anybody out. But ever since that strange man had … Continue reading Worker Zom-Bee
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