They were into the third week of shooting, and this had been their last scene of the day. One of their fellow actors walked by, remarking, “Good one.” They received a couple of thumbs up from others, including one who looked remarkably corpselike. Several other cadavers were getting up, rolling the kinks out of their shoulders, happy to move again. Of the dead that didn’t move, they would shortly be dragged off and stored in some warehouse with other creepy mannequins.
Alex turned to the director as he came over to them; King was kind of jittery, not how Alex had imagined him at all. He looked too young to be a director and spoke and moved the same way, as if he constantly imbibed too much caffeine.
“Bloody brilliant. How did you manage that blush?” King asked Nick.
“I…oh…er…just though
