A real killing machine, even in my inexpert hands. Sharper than a ginzu knife, and twice as mean, I found the trick was to pull the cut a little, and ...t would go through like hot wire through butter. You do anything enough times, and you get good. I am just glad the Fabulous Ms. Tiger hadn't been watching my early game. But eventually I got good at the ol' 1-2-snicker-snack.I don't know much about the private lives of zombies, why they don't eat each other, if or where they sleep, how they can. I was unsure if I had learned it properly.'When making the gestures, be sure that your left hand is perfectly straight, at all times, ' I read.I had this part down pat. It was just the description of the gestures, that was a bit vague. It wouldn't do to try to use a spell that was partially learned.The right hand could be as fluid as I wished, but the left had to complete all gestures with perfect rigidity. It was a powerful spell. There was almost no defense against it, when it was cast. Morag was from across the street. she was hefty but pretty and with an always smiling face and because of here being chubby she sort of had boobs despite here age. Susan was small and slight, even for here age, she had straight blond hair and a spoilt and untrustworthy look about her. I kept up the work on my bike resentful at the intrusion especially as I sensed that their presence was partly to annoy me, my siss was a bit like that, sneaky and with a bit of a twisted sense of humour.Presently. “Do you?” I said. “If we ever get out of here alive, we just might have to hang out.”“I'd like that.”“But I'm not going straight for you,” I laughed.She laughed, but suddenly that laughter turned to panic.“Oh my God!” she said.“What's wrong?”“What are we supposed to do if nature calls?” she asked.“Oh fuck!” I said, not knowing at all what to do. “You don't have to go now, do you?”“Yes, I do!”I took off my shirt and handed it to her.“What's this for?”“Put it in the corner and do your business on.