If he had any moisture left in his system he would have shed some tears. Instead he was only able to produce dry, heaving sobs that left him curled up in a foetal position on the bathroom floor.
“So how long..?” he started, but trailed off once he'd calmed down somewhat.
Deborah didn't need to hear the rest of the question.
“Forever, as long as you look after yourself. As you get older there will be a certain amount of wear and tear, but zombiefied bodies are usually fairly resilient.”
“Makes me sound like a traction engine,” he said. “So why did that lunatic feel it necessary to do this to me? I'd never heard of him until you mentioned him, let alone did him any harm.”
The silence issuing forth from Deborah told him everything he needed to know. All of it.
“He's your ex isn't he?”
