To an observer, I looked like the stuff of nightmares — a howling, paint-splattered monster lurching from a doorway at the edge of town. I was supposed to be a zombie, an ogre starving for the taste of human flesh.…
To an observer, I looked like the stuff of nightmares — a howling, paint-splattered monster lurching from a doorway at the edge of town. I was supposed to be a zombie, an ogre starving for the taste of human flesh.…