Entaru watched as White stood over the survivor, who was petrified with fear. Entaru let out a guttural guffaw as he saw the sudden realization of what just happened on the doomed survivors face.
If he wasn't in so much pain he would have screamed. What he would have screamed, Entaru wasn't sure of but by the look in the man's eyes he would have guessed something along the lines of "No! This can't be happening! Zombies can't think like that! They can't!" Entaru continued laughing for a moment before realizing he was still hungry.
Entaru walked by White, patting him on the back as he passed, and into the building. There were two other survivors besides the one outside. One, another man, was most certainly dead. His head was on one side of the room while his body was on another. The other was the woman they had heard screaming. Her throat was gashed open. She was, however, still alive.
Entaru walked up to her and squatted down beside her. She was feline, thin, and beautiful too. Even the gash in her throat didn't diminish that. She stared up at him in grave horror as she gasped for air but only breathed in blood. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled with tears as she looked into Entaru's smiling, yet grim countenence.
Those brilliant blue eyes...he loved blue.
Entaru knelt in closer, his face to her's. He could smell her, the intoxicating scent of the living flowed through his nostrils. His jaw clicked as he unhinged it. The woman closed her eyes and turned away.
Entaru enjoyed every strip of flesh on her battered body. There was not enough left for the virus to reanimate. Her eyes he kept. He placed both in his mouth for a moment, careful not to crush or pop them. The virus that lived in his saliva and kept him alive would preserve and harden them like jewels. Entaru found a long thin string on the woman's tattered red dress and strung them on it. Entaru left the building, fully satisfied, wearing the eyes like a necklace.
Her blue eyes...now sparkling forever.