I feel like the zombies in World War Z were the new and improved zeds Van Ark manufactured in his crusade to take down Abel…
“But those are my prototypes!” Van Ark cried in frustration, slamming his fist down hard on his desk.
Paula glanced up from her work station. She knew, of course, that such an occasion required more than a long, simple stare. But honestly, Paula had grown tired of all the nights she had sat up consoling the horrible, lanky man who was and wasn’t her boss.
And putting the kettle on only did so much. She knew she should’ve been weary of the professor. He hated tea, for one thing.
“I preferred the ones from 28 Days Later anyway,” she murmured, rising from her seat to put away the tray she had been using.
From across the room, Paula could feel Van Ark’s beady little eyes glaring at the back of her head. She smirked.
He’d be having nightmares about it for weeks now.