The dead checkout girl comes at him from out of nowhere.
She knocks him flying. Smashes him against the side of a rapidly defrosting freezer then grabs hold of him with her cold, dead hands and drags him down. He ’ s on his back in a puddle of water with her on top, seeping blood and gunk all over him. She forces a fist full of icy fingers into his mouth, like she ’ s trying to pull explanations out from his innards. He ’ s gagging on the taste of her rotting flesh. He can ’ t breathe, can barely move ... he tries to fight but all he can see is her. The familiar green and white of her uniform is stained with discharge.
He thinks this is it, I ’ m dead , and he struggles to get a grip of the reanimated corpse now on top of him, but the frigging thing won ’ t keep still ...
I ’ m f****d.
