slowly consuming all their soft tissues, muscle, fat, blood,
cartilage, you name it. But mostly it's eating their brains. The catch is that the
bacteria can only eat living tissue. So more than anything else in the world, this
bacteria wants to keep its host alive and breathing, because once the host dies, I mean
really finally croaks, the bacteria goes soon after. And what this bacteria does to extend
its own life span is it pumps the host body full of endorphins and adrenaline and
serotonin and all kinds of naturally occurring crap that kills pain, induces euphoria, and
keeps a body moving. And to replenish these chemicals the bacteria gives its zombie a
taste for human flesh and, in particular, For brain matter.
So, for the sake of argument, say you have a zombie in front of you and you want to kill
it. Well the best, quickest, and easiest thing to do is sever the connection between its
brain and the rest of its body. This may not in actuality kill the host, but not even the
zombie bacteria can move a host once its brain stem is hacked or its neck is snapped. Now,
say you have two or more zombies standing there and you want all of them dead and you
don't really have any practical zombie-killing experience to draw on. In that case you
might try pulling out your large-caliber hand-gun and shooting them in the heart. You
could try for the face, but unless you hit the brain stem or blow out some really enormous
chunks of gray matter, they're gonna keep coming after you. So just go for the heart.
Explode the heart and the machine can't run no matter how hard the bacteria works. You
could also strangle or drown or burn or blow up or hang or chop up or push from a tall
building your average zombie. As long as you stop the heart or the brain or just cause
massive physical trauma, you're gonna kill the thing. But we're talking about finding a
quick and easy method here. So my advice is use a gun and a lot of bullets, just like if
you were trying to kill your wife or husband.
I keep my guns in a gun safe in the back of my closet down in the secret Vampyre room. Not
that I have any little kids running around I need to keep away from the guns. I had any
kids I'd get rid of the guns. Nothing more dangerous to the life of a child than a house
full of firearms. Nothing more dangerous except maybe a parent. No, I keep my guns locked
up because on bad days, really bad days, it makes it that much harder for me to get my
hands on them and go walking through the streets killing random strangers until the police
come and shoot me down. Not that I get that urge too often. Just when I haven't had blood
for about a week and the alien thing in my veins starts burning me from the inside out and
I start thinking about cutting open my own wrists so I can suck at them.
I'm not one of those guys gets all breathy over his guns. I have two, one is a small,
reliable revolver and one is a big, nasty automatic that holds a lot of bullets. I got
both of them off of dead guys and I know just enough about the guns to shoot them
straight, keep them clean and make sure they never get pointed at me. In the general
course of life these things never see the light of day. And I'm not just trying to be
funny. I mean things like this carrier are pretty rare even in my life, so I don't have
much use for guns and they usually stay in the safe where they belong. The good thing
about the guns is that when you shoot someone, nobody looks twice at the corpse. As
opposed to a dead body with, say, half of its brain gone and its head chopped off.
I load the guns and pocket some extra ammo. I'm on my way back upstairs when I think about
the blood in my fridge. I had a pint last night after my fight with the shamblers and
another today to help with my burn. Normally I keep it to one pint every few days. That's
enough to keep me healthy and take the edge