Chapter 193: You Know…
I will fully admit that I was enjoying the chaos of everything going on. The good scientist was screaming as the zombie rat tried to move into his neck, Eve was screaming when she saw all the blood, and Adam didn’t seem to know what to do.
The rat finally managed to get all the way into Doctor Comeau’s neck before the scientist started the tremors, which I had begun to understand was the start of the transformation of the dumb zombies.
Letting out a long sigh over the fact that I had now officially lost my new pet, I was surprised when Tank snatched up a white rat that was trying to escape for its life and held it up to the new zombie.
A shrill whistle surprised me as Tank commanded the attention of the zombie. "I can feed you if you will be good. What do you say?" he asked the zombie, who was now focusing on the squealing rat. When it tried to clumsily lunge toward the offering, Tank snapped it back.
"No," he said, his tone firm like he was training a dog. "You want this?" Once again, he held out the treat to the trembling zombie. This time, the zombie didn’t lunge. "Good zombie," purred Tank. "You get a reward."
Ripping off the head of the white rat, Tank threw it at the zombie with the green rat sticking out of his throat. The human zombie gobbled it down, his eyes never leaving the rest of the body.
"Are you going to listen to me?" demanded Tank, still holding the bleeding offering. Ever so slowly, the human and rat zombie nodded their heads. "Good zombie."
This time, he threw the remainder of the carcass at the zombie, and the thing seemed to calm down as he ate.
"You are too good at that," sighed Dante, his eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "How—you know what? No. I’m not going to ask how you figured that trick out. You have a zombie in our basement, don’t you?"