What Remains: Marionette Zombie Series Book 13

The eyes were all the same. Pale with some kind of haze over them, like dirty windows. The one closest to him barely turned towards his movement. He reached out and touched the things arm. It didn't react. There was a vicious tear along the side of the things face and the skin fell in a flap under its jaw. He could see the white bone underneath the black rot dripping from the hole. The other two didn't move at all other than the slow steady shuffle towards the fence and the constant chomping teeth, as though they were taking bites of the air.

The Day the world ends starts like every other day