“It’s not my fault,” said Eustace. “Those cops had it out for me. I wasn’t doing anything wrong, and they still threw me in the back of the cruiser. I had to spend the night in the tank.”

“Eustace,” said Bridget. “You know how it is. We’ve talked about this.”

“Yeah, I know,” Eustace said, jamming his hands in his pockets. “No justice for zombies in this town.”

“Right. Now this was your third DOA; one more, and they’ll take away your license, and then they can shoot you on sight,” Bridget added. “Do you want that?”

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