“Think like a zombie.”
The sea breeze shifted and Hobbs caught the unmistakable scent of woman. His Adam’s apple nearly jumped to his throat. “The humans will try to keep moving,” he croaked.
“Ooohh,” Dulgan replied.
Hobbs slapped him to the ground. “Control yourself. You’ll never catch them like that.”
Some sense of order returned to Dulgan’s eyes. He spit out a tooth. He was able to grunt, “Sorry, sir.”
“I know what I’m doing. We’ll set a trap.”
~from Zombie Nation.