“Movement.”
“Where? Oh, got ‘em.”
He snorted. “Take the goddamn infrared goggles off; they’re dead, they don’t give off heat.”
I objected, “The heads do. Sometimes the stomach, too”
“Huh?”
“Here, try it.” I slipped the headset off and handed it to him. “Whatever’s going on in the brains gives off heat. Plus, if they’ve eaten, the flesh in their bellies gives off heat as the virus breaks it down.”
“Oh, shit, you’re right. Hey Brooks, you’ve gotta see this—”
“I’ve seen it. Can we shoot them now, or do you two wanna yammer on about zombie chemistry some more?”
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