Parasite; The True Story of the Zombie Apocalypse by Doug Ward
We searched for what seemed like hours. As Timmy and Dean slept their shifts, I continued the hunt for anything we could use to draw the zombies off for just a short while. We needed just enough time to get to Eric's car and race to my wife. My quest was fruitless.
There was no useful way. I even thought that launching balls of ground meat might draw the undead walkers away. It might have worked, too. That is, if we had any way of testing it.
Timmy relieved me, sending me off to bed. It was nearly midnight and I was really sleepy. Dean was snoring under a blanket on the floor. I pulled the remaining blanket over myself and laid my head on a musty-smelling pillow. The floor was hard, but at least it wasn't lumpy. My mind continued working on the puzzle. How could we make the zombies leave the area? I drifted off.
There was no useful way. I even thought that launching balls of ground meat might draw the undead walkers away. It might have worked, too. That is, if we had any way of testing it.
Timmy relieved me, sending me off to bed. It was nearly midnight and I was really sleepy. Dean was snoring under a blanket on the floor. I pulled the remaining blanket over myself and laid my head on a musty-smelling pillow. The floor was hard, but at least it wasn't lumpy. My mind continued working on the puzzle. How could we make the zombies leave the area? I drifted off.