“Honey,” Jack called from a short while away, waving an arm up to further grab your attention. His other was busy keeping hold of the shirt collar of a corpse — the corpse that'd been a zombie just a few hours ago. “What are we doing with these ones, again?”

If you thought about what you were doing right now for too long — having a casual talk over if you're incinerating or dumping two dozen once undead bodies — you'd probably be immensely grossed out, wondering how it had come to this point.

But, such a thing has become part of your and your lover's routine by now. It was too late to mull over it.