“Remember ‘Big Chuck’?”
It was two in the morning, they were on wall duty. Jerry looked up to see Alice pointing down at the footpath approach to the main gate. “Holy shit.” Tattered clothes, hair matted, missing half an arm, and zombified, but it was Chuck. It ambled forward, aimlessly, unconcerned; it hadn’t smelled them yet. “How long since he went missing?”
“Year and a half. Maybe a little more. I remember it was cold.”
“Iris will be happy.”
Alice looked at him aghast. “Happy?”
“Well, at least now she’ll know. Closure,” Jerry insisted. “Think she’ll want to shoot him?”
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