"He is!" Kaye insisted. "You should've seen how he eyed raw hamburger yesterday. He salivated."

"That's silly," her pal, Leanne replied. "Dexter's many things, but not a zombie."

When he got home later, Kaye darted glances at him several times. He acted normal, but…

She slid into their bed that night, flinching when he snuggled up to her back.

Excruciating pain woke Kaye, who shrieked. Dexter was gnawing on her shoulder, blood running from his mouth. He restrained her when she tried to flee.

"I could've turned you," he said conversationally. "But I preferred to eat you."

She died screaming.

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