job

Raymond Edge was dead. Normally this would be problem but not for Raymond, he was going to climb the career ladder and earn the big money if it killed him.

Raymond thought for a moment. Nationality? He had no idea. After further thought he scrawled in slow infant like handwriting the word ZOMBIE.

He groaned satisfied causing the receptionist to reach to her left, which was followed by the click of a shotgun under the desk and a rather forced smile.

Raymond hoped he got the job; he needed a change and he quite fancied being the office tea lady.