Division of Labour

Written by Anakin McFly

INT – DODGY ZOMBIE HEADQUARTERS – DAY

We are in dodgy zombie headquarters. The place is dark and dodgy
and zombie-like.

A QUEUE OF ZOMBIES is lined up against a wall before a table, each 
zombie patiently holding up a terrified human victim as he waits his turn.

The first zombie ambles up to the table and holds up her victim 
with hope in her eyes and none in her victim's.

Zombie #1: Braaaaiiinnnnnsssss?

Gabriel 'Don't Live Long Nor Prosper' Gray raises up a bored finger.

G'DLLNP'G: *HEADSLICE*

Zombie #1 pulls off the neatly-sliced top of her dinner's head.

Zombie #1 (gratefully): Braaaaaiiiinnnnnnnssss.

G'DLLNP'G (Sylar-ly): You're welcome.

Zombie #1 cheerfully ambles off to eat, and the next zombie
eagerly approaches for his turn.

Zombie #2: Braaaaiiinnnnnsssss?

G'DLLNP'G: *HEADSLICE*

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