When Zombies Attack

Throwing away all your morals, you bend down slowly and lower your head towards his offering. His bloody leg gets closer to you face. It's a foot away. You begin to open your mouth. It's five inches away. You close your eyes. You feel the brush of his hairs against your face, and you bite down on his leg. With a tearing motion you pull of the surprisingly soft and tender piece of zombie flesh. He looks at you, "Uuaah?" You nod your head and respond, "Uh uahh oahh..." He continues to stare, expecting you to chew. You begin to grind the hairy piece of flesh between your teeth, and you feel as if you could vomit all over his stupid face, but you dare not, because now the whole crowd was watching you, judging you. With a forced gulp you swallow it. At this the zombie gave a mighty groan and the mass of zombies began to move down the street.