"I'll pay for the coffee. And the broken cup. Here's 10 Euros".
"What's going on?".
"Zombies".
"There is no Zombies in France".
"The Zombies have fled the UK, and took the Tube to France".
"Tube...No. That is silly".
"Well, I don't know how they got here. I'm doing business in France for Uncle Sam". Shears didn't get into the details about what that entailed; he shut up.
"I'm Yvonne...I am not a lesbian; I am single. I do movies because I make money for apartment in Nice".
"Oui".
He saw some Zombies smash through the glass windows.
Their rotting mouths dripped with blood; their gums also bled. And they moved fast. They bit café morning customers; they bit anyone who came closer to their mouths.
"How did it happen?", Yvonne cried.
"I don't know. I'm Shears".
"No first name?".
"Don".
"Well, you look like Daniel Craig, oui?".
"I'm not British".
And he kissed her.
"Save me".
"I am saving you, honey". Shears smiled, as he grabbed his I-phone...and made some quick International phone calls...and hoped the President was hearing what he had to say...
...Because, if he wasn't, they were dead.
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END OF PART EIGHT
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