Hank carefully circled the road and swooped low for her shots, “Hell, Hank, did you see that? They pulled a guy from his car and ate his face off; this will boost our ratings when the show goes out tonight.”
“Hell, gal, I got enough trouble keeping this old bird flying without having to watch those demons devouring people as for the show it may be a case of if we get back, Carol, the old girl is not looking too good, she was taken out of mothballs for this trip.”
Below the chopper, the seething mass heaved like a pus-ridden scab waiting to burst on the face of the earth; as far as could be seen zombies covered the land and through the middle was the road from Highdown to Ugglerlow with cars trapped everywhere. Screams from the dying filled the air as the inhuman flow coursed across the road as the spread of evil vileness continued.