The Shambler

Elizabeth s that companies like her husband's have had an absolute flucking field day since the shambler started. Shamblers have no interest in outdoor pools or rain reservoirs, not here where the saline ocean is near enough to smell. But security companies have always capital on fear, and at least it's not paired with blatant racism. She sniffs jack's soft blond head, trying for memory traces of his original baby scent from back when his skull was hairless and oddly puckered.