Zombie (The Cursed Manuscripts, #2)

by Iain Rob Wright

The stench was like every rotten smell mixed up inside a septic tank – shit, pus, and disease. Pain. Suffering. Death. The pungent, eye-watering effluvium of hell.

...the effluvium of hell

A cage? Those dead people must have been locked inside here. The crash caused the cage to open and let them free. This was a goddamn zombie delivery service. DeadEx. Where were they being taken?

...DeadEx: a zombie delivery service. Love it!

She batted his finger away and shoved him in the chest. The shock on his face was divine, and she breathed it in like Chanel No. 5.

...love this