The expensive-looking suit it wore suggested the zombie had once been a wealthy client, probably waiting here for paperwork to finish or perhaps placing an order for a custom car.
Now, that same client was partially buried under the rubble from the collapsed roof, arms flailing wildly, unable to move its lower half.
There were only three other zombies on the floor—two in black suits who looked like they had once been bodyguards, and one female staff member in an office uniform. The woman's scalp was half-detached, hanging grotesquely like a wig on the back of her head, exposing part of her skull beneath. She shuffled toward the rubble with one dragging foot, her milky eyes locking onto Fred, who was still peeking through the hole.
Her growls triggered the others, the bodyguard zombies turning with stiff, menacing movements. Meanwhile, the buried zombie swiped helplessly at the air, reaching up toward Fred with broken, bloodied fingers.
