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And then a single male voice let loose a high-pitched scream.
A death scream.
FROM NIX’S JOURNAL
Information on bites (zombie and human) that I’ve collected.
I copied some of this from notes Tom put together for us to study before we leave.
Male adult humans bite with more force than adult females.
Adult humans bite with more force than human children.
Zoms do not bite as hard as humans, because their teeth ligaments have decayed.
A “fresh” zombie will be physically stronger in both limb and bite-capability than a weak one, but still less than a human. So the more the zoms decay, the weaker they’ll get.
Dr. Gurijala said (after I bugged him about it fifty times), “Teeth are not fused to bone but rather are attached to the bone by a ligament system. As decomposition occurs, this ligament breaks down and releases the teeth. Morphology of the tooth root will sometimes cause them to be retained in skeletal remains, but the cone-shaped roots of the incisors tend to make them more prone to postmortem loss.”
The act of biting through skin and actually avulsing or tearing out a piece would require forces at the high range of the human biting force. So zombies aren’t likely to tear out large chunks of a person, as people claim in their First Night stories. If they do tear off something, it’s probably from a weak and vulnerable piece of anatomy (e.g., an earlobe).
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
55
BENNY, NIX, J-DOG, AND DR. SKILLZ STOOD IN THE ROAD AND WATCHED the three zoms shuffle toward them. Sister Shanti was out in front, with Brother David and Sister Sarah close behind. They were still sixty yards away.
“They’re still moving slow,” said Benny. “Not like the ones from the barn.”
“Totally,” agreed J-Dog.
Benny looked at him. “So how come the others were fast? I never heard of fast zoms before. Have you?”
“Tall tales out of the east,” said Dr. Skillz. “No one I know’s put goggles on ’em, though.”
“That’s crazy. How can zoms be fast?” demanded Nix.
J-Dog grinned. “Dudette … how can they be zoms?”
Dr. Skillz pulled down his sunglasses and peered over the dark lenses at the monk and the sisters. “That’s a bummer. Brother David’s trippy but totally boglius.”
“I can’t understand anything you’re saying!” grumbled Nix irritably.
“Yeah, okay,” Dr. Skillz chuckled, “busted. Let’s see if you grok this. The Dog and me are friends with Brother Dave. Between you and me, cutie, I think Dog’s sweet on Shanti.”
“She’s bootylicious—,” began J-Dog.
“English,” insisted Nix.
“She’s fine.” Then J-Dog looked down the hill, and his goofy surfer grin drained away to reveal genuine sadness. “She was fine. Sweet, too.”
“They were friends of ours,” said Dr. Skillz. Benny caught a look in his eyes that was miles from the sun and fun of a beach. In that unguarded moment, he could see the hurt in the hunter’s eyes.
“I’m sorry,” said Benny. “I liked them too.”
The four of them stood and watched the three zoms struggle up the hill. Even though he knew they were beyond feeling anything, it seemed to Benny that each step looked painful. It made his heart hurt.
“Who would do something like that?” demanded Nix.
