The Hunters Become the Hunted

“How many reports of zombie dogs and cats do we have so far?”

“Forty-seven. I’ve been plotting them on a map.”

“At least you’re doing something useful to find that zombie mosquito you turned loose.”

“I said I was sorry.”

“Whatever. Let’s have a look… maybe we can catch it before dinner.”

“Great! I’m already getting hungry.”

“You’re always hungry. What’ll it be this time? Duck?”

“I was thinking quail.”

“Look at how it’s twisted its way through the city… and…”

“And what?”

“It looks like that mosquito’s biting animals in a big circle around our office.”

“There goes dinner.”